My Wife Thought Our Son Was Too Delicate and Abandoned Him in the No-Man’s-Land

During our trip to Tibet, our son suddenly suffered an asthma attack and began gasping for air. My wife, wanting to bring more makeup, secretly threw away the oxygen tank and medicine I had prepared. As our son cried out in pain again and again, she called him a crybaby and left him in the uninhabited wilderness of Hoh Xil.

By the time I managed to get someone to reach him, he had already stopped breathing. I knelt before my son’s body, overcome with grief. When I looked up, I saw a trending topic on the screen: “The most beautiful parenting blogger kowtows every step of the way to pray for her husband. This is the highest form of love.” But the names engraved on the couple’s love lock in the photo were clearly hers and her childhood friend’s.