On the first day of transferring school, my mother's last song was hidden in the crashed CD player. The perpetrator, Xia Ye, had a pair of eyes that made my soul tremble. Until I saw my mother's organ donation letter in his father's safe. I hated him for stealing my mother's opportunity to see the world, but he blocked me in a corner with red eyes: "She chose me with her eyes. You can never let go of me in this life."
