In the ward in 2025, Hu Xiaoxiao dug her nails into her palms as she looked at her mother who was relying on a ventilator on the hospital bed. If she could go back in time, she would not let her mother get sick, nor would she let herself cry in front of a cold instrument ten years later.
In a blur of consciousness, she fell back to the summer of 2015.
The mat at home was still warm from the sun, her mother was wearing an apron and calling her to eat watermelon, and her father was wiping his old electric car and asking if he wanted to go to the beach - everything stayed before the tragedy.
This time, she clenched her fists.
She remembers the construction site where her father would break his back, knows when the small factory where her mother works will close down, and even knows what opportunities will be available in the future to give the financially strapped family a breather. The sea breeze sixteen kilometers away was still salty, but she was no longer the child who only cried for 36-color watercolor pens.
Traveling back ten years, what she has to do is not only hold her mother's hand, but also try her best to lift the family out of the quagmire of fate little by little.
After all, the watermelon in summer is so sweet and her mother's call is so bright. There is no reason for her to let such a day be crushed by time again.
(Because the heroine will talk about love later, I chose love.
Purpose: I hope my mother can be happy