Let the Past Come to an End and Flowers Will Bloom in the Coming Year

In my junior year of college, I am pregnant with a boy. My mother was jealous of me getting a boy and forced me to have an abortion. I didn't want to and started quarreling with her. The next day, my father told me that your mother was so angry with you that she kept saying that her heart ached. She couldn't take a breath at night and you were so angry that she died! I passed out and woke up again, back to her seventeen years old...