My daughter died.
A bus plunged into the river, and she died before my eyes in the icy water.
My husband, the rescue team captain, was there too, but he was busy saving his first love and her son from the back row.
My daughter struggled in the water, her face full of terror, repeating over and over, “Dad, save me!”
But until she sank beneath the water, Lu Yanqing never spared her a glance.
On the day of our daughter's funeral, I called him. It took more than a dozen calls before someone picked up.
“Yuanyuan and Tiantian both caught colds and have low fevers after falling into the water. They're still on IV fluids. Can you stop making a scene over nothing for once?!”
He impatiently tossed out those words, then blocked me.
With a bandage wrapped around my head, I looked at my daughter's smiling face on the gravestone. At that moment, I lost all hope for our marriage.
