I can't accept the reality that someone dies.
He stood there and made a phone call to someone. Although his words were relaxed, his expression was full of worry.
I wiped my tears and grabbed his clothes tightly with my hands, saying incoherently, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I didn't know that I would die, it was really easy for people to die, I didn't know... I just wanted you and your mother to live in the hospital, and let you suffer. In addition, I have told you, how, how could I pull his clothes and wipe the tears. "Don't blame me, don't blame me..."
With a heavy tone, she said, "You're telling this to my cousin! The one who's going to die isn't me!"
I just cried, and my hands were more flustered and grabbed his clothes.
Shuishi sat down beside the bed and pulled me into his embrac
