The Devil Is Coming

Watching the woman in front of me die gradually, why can't I feel sad? I kissed her cheek gently and said, Mom, thank you for raising me up. I slowly closed her eyes, and a glimmer of light began to flash in my eyes. I knew someone else was going to die. That's it. People around me seemed to keep dying. Who would be next? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.