However, as she cried out again and again, the crowd who came out to watch just stopped outside the hospital.
Compared to their sister who was "trapped" in Mo Yu's words, they were more concerned about whether their house would be burned down.
This is the worst and most chaotic urban-rural fringe area.
The haphazardly constructed wires and piles of rubbish are enough to set everyone back three feet after being set on fire.
Firefighting? Rescue people?
Sorry, in many cases, no one will sacrifice themselves for the lives of others.
Of course, this is not wrong.
Inside the house engulfed in flames.
Mo Ling listened to her sister's cries silently and remained indifferent.
The flames behind her continued to raise the temperature in the room, and the billowing smoke penetrated into her lungs like the most deadly poisonous gas.
In a daze, she seemed to smell the stench of burning hair.
So stinky
The mouth is dry and water is lost rapidly.
Waves of heartbreaking pain came from his back.
But facing the pain of being burned alive, Mo Ling's calm eyes only flashed a touch of desperation and a faint sense of relief.
She grew up in a poor family, her father died young and her mother remarried, so the pressure that shouldn't have been on her was like a huge burden weighing on her.
No one loves her, no one cares about her.
The children at school thought she was a freak, and some adults would always look at her with greedy eyes.
A poor, unprotected little girl will always be subject to many malicious prying eyes.
And as a nominal mother, that woman didn't bring her any warmth.
With no one to talk to, her mother just kept throwing her troubles and pains at her like garbage and talking them into her ears.
(Mother Mo Ling is so tired. You must be obedient, sensible, and good.)
(Don’t fight, don’t snatch women. You can’t survive on your own)
(If you bear with it a little longer, they will take pity on us)
The "valuable experiences" summarized by her mother were like her life creed. She tried to pour them into her mind with her earnest words, so that she could become another person.
After all, in the eyes of her mother, this is how she survived.
In fact, there is nothing to blame.
As her mother, this woman who has been smoothed by life is just a poor person who dare not resist amidst oppression and suffering.
"Pa-pa"
The old-fashioned furniture crackled and crackled in the flames.
The tongue of fire licked her body, and as she gradually lost consciousness, Mo Ling took one last look at her sister in the distance.
Life is really boring.
It's okay to be dead.
Chapter completed!