Before she died, Shen Xiuying saw the bruises on her eldest daughter's face, her second son squatting in the corridor to hide from debts, her third daughter who hadn't spoken to her in twenty years, and her fourth son standing at the far end looking at his watch.
She was unwilling to give in.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in 1995. The four children are still young and the tragedy has not happened yet.
In this life, Shen Xiuying quit her job in a textile factory, set up a street stall, made money, took her daughter to see a psychiatrist, treated her son for ADHD, and protected the little painter who dared not speak.
She wanted to bring the four children back one by one.
We also need to help our hard-spoken and soft-hearted husband learn to say "I'm sorry."
