The dim moist, angry, sad and unbelievable moods in the bottom of my eyes are intertwined, and ultimately they can't resist the grief and indignation devouring their reason crazily.

When Lin Johnson heard the doctor say these words, she grabbed the white coat and held her hands limply perpendicular.

Yao Xinxin, standing beside her, cried out of breath and covered her heart, looking painful and sad.

For a while, the whole corridor was silent, and the condensated air quickly spread around.

Grandma, Grandma. Grandma!

Sheng Ling Yao bites his lip to death, and the moist bottom of his eyes forces him back.

He won't cry easily. If he weeps easily,...