The night my uncle fell ill, my sister-in-law cried and begged us to take him to the hospital, but I held my husband tightly and refused to open the door. It wasn't because I was cruel, but because I clearly remembered that it was this knock on the door that killed us in the last life. They used my father's life to extort money and forced us to lose our family. I will never be fooled again in this life. The punches and kicks came one after another, and the debt collector who came to collect the debt hit me so hard on the concrete floor of the corridor that I couldn't even lift my head up. My husband's cousin was leaning on the armrest, holding melon seeds in his hand, and the melon seed shells he spat out hit me hard in the face.
