“Where is my son! You just don’t care!”
The middle-aged woman roared heart-wrenchingly, roaring at the injustice of fate, and roaring at the cruelty of heaven.
“How can this be done! My son is only eighteen years old! He is only eighteen!”
“Eighteen years old, I plan to send him to college and hold a wedding for him, but now, I want to hold a funeral for him! Hold a funeral–“
The woman knelt on the ground with tears in her eyes and her voice hoarse.
“Please, look for it again. I want to take him home. It’s okay to hold a funeral. I want to look at him again, just one look.”
The woman’s begging and sad roar made many people cry.
[There is no way to imagine the heartache of this mother. 】
[I planned the graduation ceremony and wedding, but I didn’t expect that the funeral would come and tears collapsed. 】
[A funeral without a corpse is really a hurdle that this mother can’t overcome in her life. How cold the river is. 】
[Where is the wind chanting, the wind chanting! Aren’t you the most capable? 】
Some people even said sarcastic words, but some people were also sympathetic and asked in the comment section if Feng Yin could help this mother.
At this time, Feng Yin took off his oxygen mask and leaned against the side to rest.
Even though it was her, her physical strength was exhausted at this moment.
Li Sanyi, who was holding the live broadcast mobile phone, subconsciously didn’t want Feng Yin to continue.
It was dark and her energy was exhausted. It was too dangerous to go on.
Li Sanyi slightly turned his body, wanted to leave with his cell phone, and began to tact indirectly remind Feng Yin that it was time to end the live broadcast.
Feng Yin immediately understood Li Sanyi’s strangeness, and she stretched out her hand.
“Let’s take a look.”
“No need to look, it’s time to end. It’s been so long.”