Lin Xiaoman is dead.
The younger brother didn't cry. He just stared at the relic bag and asked, "What's the password for her mobile phone?"
The mother holds the overdue rent bill and does not believe that her daughter, who earns more than 5,000 yuan a month, will have no money left. But the matchmaker chased him to the hospital with a deposit of 100,000 yuan: the money had already been spent by the Lin family, and the Zhao family would never let it go.
But what's even more puzzling is——
Xu Nian found a ticket for 7:40 the next morning among Lin Xiaoman's belongings.
She quit her job, packed her luggage, and even contacted jobs in other places.
Why didn't a person who was ready to leave wait until dawn?
Seven years of transfer records, unopened birthday candles, and a card that read "No, no, no" slowly spelled out her short twenty-five years.
It's not that she hasn't resisted, nor that she suddenly doesn't want to live anymore.
But whenever she wanted to live for herself, someone at home would cry and beg her:
"Xiaoman, please save us one last time."
But how many "last times" can a person have?
