The sun is bright and bright.
The gorgeous sunshine and blood seem to interweave into a bright oil painting.
She was lying there quietly, looking extremely peaceful, her eyes closed, and she looked like she was asleep.
Shen Zai stopped in place, staring at the dark eyes, motionless and staring at him. His eyes slowly became confused, as if he didn’t know the person lying on the ground.
Or it seems that he is unwilling to believe it.
The screams around, the sound of sirens, the sound of ambulances coming from afar.
Constant echo.
Very harsh.
He walked over step by step, and the steps under his feet seemed to be very heavy, so he was almost unable to lift his feet.
He didn’t know why this step was so far away.
He felt it was like a nightmare, but it was still a nightmare that he couldn’t wake up.
Shen Zai slowly approached the place where she was lying down. He squatted down and reached out to touch her face. It was still warm, soft, and seemed to be very lively.
“O.”
A low voice.
It seems that this can wake people up.
He slowly picked up the person up, his soft limbs, like a butterfly falling wings, fell down weakly. He slowly tightened his arms, and when he became an adult, he always hugged his mother like this.
Comfort her.
Beg her.
Want her love.
I want her to be happy.
In fact, this is difficult.
Like his father, he was all the vines that were entangled in her and could never be cleaned up.
It will only be constantly entangled and tightened.
“O.”
Although his Chinese has become much fluent over the years, he subconsciously still appears in these more accustomed English.
He tried to wake her up, but returned in vain.
It seems to be useless at all.
She was still lying quietly and would never wake up again.
Shen Zai’s palm was stained with bright red blood, and the blood kept flowing downwards, and his palm was covered with blood.
My heart hurts so much that it’s numb.