Dark red room...
Broken glass dripping with red wine…
Is it wine or blood...
The pure white carpet was dyed red...
The bright red liquid continues to extend to the corner of the room...
Three crying girls...
A faint blush reflected on the body...
An immobile body...
The source of blood...
"Throw it away!"
The originally motionless body suddenly rushed towards the oldest girl, as if trying to snatch something from her...
"No! This is the only gift my mother gave me!"
The girl held on to the thing in her hand with all her strength, something that even her own mother would never want to take back.
"Mom, I know you are about to leave us. I want to use this to miss you, so I can't throw it away!"
My body stopped moving again...
A miserable smile extends from the corners of the mouth...
"What if it makes you miserable? Like me?"
"Still not throwing it away!"
The oldest one is particularly stubborn...
But the other girl stopped crying and became so calm...
"Will my sister suffer from it? Why?"
The mother looked deeply at her three daughters...
Eyes closed...
"The man she loves most can never be with her..."