The night was as dark as ink. On the 25th night of the first month, Chai Xing couldn't sleep.

such a happy and shrewd woman can bear the bitter fruit that ordinary people can't swallow behind her.

behind her smile is the hurt and betrayal of her relatives, and she drinks them all alone.

the doctors said: if she still has the consciousness of survival, maybe she can still be saved, she has no desire for greed.

before she was in a coma, she had a long talk with her grandmother, then she vomited blood and passed out. What kind of woman are you, Ling xueyin?

in Chai Xing's memory,...