As Cheng Muyang's figure faded out of sight, the angel appeared in front of Yang Sumei's eyes again, giving her one last chance.

"Where do you want to go back for the last time?"

Yang Sumei thought about it for a long time, but she didn't come up with a reason, because there were too many regrets about what she regretted, and just when she hesitated, the bus stopped. Yang Sumei looked out, this is not the home she has lived in for more than ten years. Since she didn't give an answer, the angel had to bring her here.

She involuntarily got out of the car and walked to her home. The door was open, and when she entered, she heard the unsightly sound coming from the bedroom, and in a fit of rage, she ran to the kitchen and turned on the gas valve. She felt really stupid when she thought that she was usually thrifty and frugal, and she was reluctant to spend a penny for herself, cooking and washing for him, and cleaning the room spotlessly, while the man with no conscience was raising other women outside. If you want to die, let's take them with a pair of dogs and a man.

"That's how you retaliate?" The angel asked, staring at her.

"Is there anything better?"

"He doesn't want you anymore, shouldn't you live better? lived a chic life, lived beautifully, and became excellent, which made him regret it, regret it in his intestines, and live in self-blame and pain every day. He has failed you, and the happier you are, the greatest revenge for him. ”

Yang Sumei suddenly opened her mouth, for such a scumbag, it is really not worth looking for life by herself, and it is the most stupid thing to do. If she can live to be 80 years old, she is only halfway through her life, and there are still many unknown possibilities. Now she is afraid that she has gone to heaven, and she is embarrassed to see her parents. Mom and Dad, I haven't become your pride yet, and I still have a lot of unfulfilled wishes, so I can't leave the world for the time being.

"Your chances have been exhausted, now you can go to heaven with me." The angel took Yang Sumei's hand.

"Don't, I don't want to go to heaven, I don't want to die yet!" Yang Sumei struggled desperately, and she completely regretted her stupid act of committing suicide.

"No, you have to get me going." The angel strengthened again.

"Don't, you let me go, I don't go." Yang Sumei shook her head, cried, and refused to go.

With a "poof", Yang Sumei fell off the sofa, her head hit the foot of the table, and she woke up in pain.

Looking around, this is still the same dilapidated hotel, the rain outside the window is falling harder, accompanied by thunder, there are no angels, only she is alone. It turned out that she didn't die, just had a long dream.

Yang Sumei looked at the empty medicine bottle that rolled to the ground, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly. When she bought sleeping pills, she chose the cheapest bottle, and the effect may not be so obvious, so she didn't die. Unexpectedly, her usual thrifty character saved her life at a critical moment.

It seemed that the fever had subsided, her forehead was full of sweat, she went to the bathroom to wash her face, looked at herself in the mirror, her skin was rough, her face was dull yellow, her nasolabial folds were obvious, there were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and forehead, and the hair on her sideburns was also beginning to turn white.

She cried, stroked the mirror, and apologized to herself in the mirror: "I'm sorry! For so many years, I didn't take good care of you and made you suffer! ”