"Don't cry," he said. "You look ugly when you cry."
I watched in despair as the ambulance whisked him away. I chased after it for as long as I could, but when I could run no further, I just collapsed onto the ground and sobbed.
I suddenly remembered to go home and boil some healing broth for him, waiting for him to drink it when he woke up. When I got home, the house was empty. I shouted for my father and brother, but there was no response. I immediately checked my savings, and as expected, they were gone. They had run off, leaving me all alone.
I gritted my teeth, wiped away my tears, and started preparing the soup and food for him. But when I arrived at the hospital to check on him, they told me the boy they'd brought in had passed away.
My head spun, the world went black, and I coll
