I accidentally killed my husband while trying to save our daughter, whom he'd sold to an old bachelor.
I spent ten years in prison, worrying every day about whether my daughter was doing all right.
After I got out, I worked myself to the bone to make it up to her, taking eight jobs a day to put her through school.
The day she was admitted to Tsinghua University, I was chewing on a steamed bun and drinking cold water at a construction site.
At the college entrance exam pep rally, she cried and said, “My mother is a murderer. She never raised me. Everything I've achieved is thanks to my own hard work.”
The whole internet praised her for her strength, while online abuse drove me to jump into the river.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I got out of prison.
This time, I'll raise you “properly.”
