Kang Jinse's hand clutching the phone turned somewhat white.
Her younger sister's whining cries were like a sharp knife brutally stabbing at her heart, oppressive and irritating.
"Sister… sniffle, mom, she's died, what should I do? What am I supposed to do? Sister, I'm so scared, can you come back?" The little girl cried breathlessly.
Jiang Chun had died, last night at three in the morning, of late-stage cancer, in her hospital bed.
Kang Jinse wanted to cry but couldn't, feeling a sense of relief deep inside. She was ashamed to admit that her mother's death was a kind of release for her.
"Ah Xian, don't cry, your sister will be right back…" Even her attempt at consolation seemed particularly feeble.
After hanging up the phone, she stood in place, dazed for a long while.
What was she going to do with Ah Xian all by herself?
"What's wrong?" Yun Shu's concerned voice came from behind her: "Are you feeling unwell? Why do you look so pale?"
