"Xiao Zhi... Xiao Zhi..."
My whole body was shaking and convulsing with electricity. I stared at my raised son, trying to awaken his conscience.
Xiaozhi felt guilty, worried that someone would hear me, and that I wouldn't die quickly enough, so he hit me on the head a few times with a wooden stick.
Until my death, I still can't figure out why my son, who I gave up my property and tried so hard to raise during the divorce, wanted to kill me!
