Mu Anran sat in front of her mother's gravestone all night, her mind completely empty.
She had always striven to live on, selling liquor at Night Club, tutoring as a part-time job.
But in the end, she was still left all alone.
She stared blankly at the photos of her brother and mother on the gravestone, surrounded by beer bottles that had toppled over.
"Mommy, brother, I know, I know you don't like it when I drink... but I'm really sad, I miss you so much," she murmured.
Covering her face, Mu Anran sobbed softly.
Her head felt dizzy and heavy, but it was only like this that she could stop thinking about all the unhappy things.
She fumbled for her phone in her pocket, her vision blurred with drunkenness as she dialed her brother's number...
"Dudu dudu——dudu dudu——"
The phone rang for a long time, and just when Mu Anran was about to hang up like she usually did, the call was suddenly connected with a beep.
After a strangely silent moment, Mu Anran's eyes reddened:
