*
On the river, the cold wind whistled, cutting the woman who was on the verge of collapse like a knife.
Without feeling anything, she held her phone, which had little battery left, and called her parents for the last time.
"Mother!"
Mother ning's voice was buzzing. She seemed to be sleeping.
"Qing Qing? Is that you?"
She was surprised, but ning Qing smiled and cried. it's me, mother.
"Where are you? How are you? how have you been? Where's the child? Is the child still there, Yingluo?"
Ning Qing did not answer the series of questions.
Her heart ached to the extreme, and the bone-chilling cold coursed through her limbs, again and again, until her blood coagulated.
"Mom,: 'm sorry," she cried:
"Qing Qing Qian Qian"
if it wasn't for me, our family would be fine. It's my fault for not being sensible and obedient enough, always making you and dad unhappy.
