When my son died, my husband was celebrating the birthday of his beloved's child. My son had been burning with a high fever all night. By the time I got home, his tiny body had gone cold. I called my husband, Lin Han, but all I heard on the other end was a little girl giggling. Lin Han impatiently hung up. “How many times do I have to tell you not to bother me? Ranran's waiting for me to play with her!” That woman's child was waiting for him, while his own child had died alone in a cold, empty room, never to see his father again. In despair, I clutched my child's body and leaped from a bridge.
