The roommate grabbed his clothes and dragged him to the hospital.

I finally saw my mother; her temples had turned gray, and she looked so much older, delicately holding a finely crafted box in her arms.

"Joan, we've waited here long enough. Mom's taking you home."

Those simple words cut through my heart like a knife.

I knelt on the ground, bowing my head repeatedly.

Mom, your unfilial daughter left first in this life. You must take care of yourself; don't overwork anymore.

"Ma'am, he's here," Floyd Wilkinson's roommate pushed him forward.

Floyd Wilkinson himself seemed indifferent: "Where is she? Stop hiding. I don't want to marry her now, maybe...