Jiang Li couldn't help but grab the skirt on his legs with both hands, and his body trembled.

A picture appeared on the screen, there were two people lying in a pool of blood on the opposite side of the wooden house, and there were two recent photos of their faces, the man with a hideous face and a pair of eyes, and the woman was quiet and peaceful but pale. Then there is a recent photo of the wound on the man's body, the wound is somewhat dry, and the flesh is turned outward, so frightened that the women at the scene cover their eyes.

Black memories flooded back, and it was a nightmare that she couldn't get rid of.

That silent night, her body curled up and shivered, her eyes blinking vigorously to see her parents next to the earthen stove.

In the dim light, her mother's hand gestured at her with difficulty, and she staggered to her mother's side, only to see her mother's body convulsing constantly, and there was a dark red cut in her neck, from which blood was gushing out, and her father was lying motionless on the ground covered in blood.

She knelt beside her mother and pressed her hands on her bleeding neck, but the blood was not blocked by her hands, and still flowed from between her fingers.

She could feel the temperature of her mother's blood dropping, as if her life was dissipating.

She was crying in despair, her mother grabbed her arm with one hand, her pupils dilated, the whites of her eyes were bloodshot, she stared at Jiang Li expressionlessly, her mouth was open and closed, but she couldn't make a sound.

Jiang Li leaned over to his mother, who seemed to be squeezing out her throat and said, "Ah Li, there is no such thing as us." Parents, wherever you go ... I won't be able to lift my head... ”

The mother then gasped violently, then exhaled heavily, her eyes were full of horror as if she had seen something terrible, and then she closed her eyes in an instant, and the hand that grabbed her slipped to the ground, and the blood did not seem to be flowing.

On the stage, Jiang Li gasped for breath, but he still felt suffocated.

You have to hold on, you can't fall, you have to hold on, you have to hold on.

She thought silently, but her fists clenched tighter, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

"Miss Jiang Li, please tell me about the help that Bai Kang has helped you over the years." The moderator said and handed her the microphone.

With trembling hands, she took the microphone.

Glancing at the audience, Bai Yan frowned, seeing her helplessness and vulnerability.

He shook his head desperately at her, and he shouted, "Run, Alley, go." ”

The two people behind him immediately covered his mouth, and the sound of the scene drowned out his shouting.

What a celebration, what a pacon, what decency, there was only one her for him, the one he had loved since he was twenty years old.

Jiang Li looked at the white disgust under the stage, the corners of her mouth suddenly rose on her pale face, and there was a distressing strength in her fragility.

"Thank you... Her voice was shaky and hoarse.

"Thank you, Dr. White... When I was most helpless ... Reached out to me ... If it weren't for him, I might have become one of those weeds on the side of the road that no one cares about, or worse than weeds, Dr. Bai, thank you. ”

After Jiang Li finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Bai Yan.

Finally, tears flowed down her cheeks.

Don't fall, at least not now, she cried out in her heart.

But she clearly heard the whispers of everyone in the audience, saw their smiling faces, as well as her father's resentful eyes, her mother's crying, and the disdainful eyes of the villagers, all of which wrapped her like a huge black net, almost suffocating.

Her body was weak, and her legs did not obey the call.

Then there was darkness in front of me.