My Husband's Victory Celebration, My Daughter's Death Anniversary

The kindergarten caught fire, and my four-year-old daughter was inside. I kept reminding my husband, a firefighter, “Niannian is in the middle class on the second floor!” But he said impatiently, “Aren’t you just trying to stop me from saving Xu Xu’s daughter? Can you stop being so wicked?” “Xu Xu is fragile. I can’t just stand by and let her lose her daughter.” “She’ll die if she loses her daughter!” That night, he carried the daughter of his beloved Duan Xuxu out of the fire and became a hero. By midnight, I was clutching our daughter’s ashes and sobbing until I fainted, while he was still by Duan Xuxu’s side. “Ye Canwen, I’ll make you regret this for the rest of your life!”