[Era Suspense] After my mother died in a car accident, the murderer's wife came to cook for me every day.
I threw stones at her: "Get out! Wife of a murderer!" But she knelt and refused to leave, and a few months later she married my father. The village said that she was a husband - less than two years after she got married, my father died of "cancer". She went even harder to force me to go to college and force me to leave this home. I hated her for more than ten years.
It wasn't until I returned to my hometown to pay my respects to my father many years later that I discovered that my mother's car accident, my father's cancer, and her "strange disease" were all not accidents.
