"Someone help, someone please save my mommy. She is injured. Please help."
Zhou Liying looked at a little girl around the age of five or six, begging for someone to help her mother, laying on the roadside, covered with her blood.
She saw herself in the place of that little girl. She had begged everyone to help her mother as a kid, but no one came forward to help and in last, her mother could not be saved.
"Ah." She gasped loudly, feeling a tight squeeze on her heart. She felt memories from the past haunting her mind.
"Auntie, please help mommy." The little girl tugged on her dress and looked at her with hopeful eyes.
More tears flew out of the eyes of Zhou Liying. "Hanhan, take the lady to the car, we are taking her to the hospital. We can't wait for the ambulance." Her voice was hoarse and held finality.
