Dad Was Busy Saving Others When He Was Blown to Pieces

When I was burned to death, my firefighter father was putting out the fire next door. My parents never loved me and just wanted me to fend for myself. My mother forced me to go to the college entrance examination training camp, and an explosion in the chemical plant next door ignited the laboratory. I watched with my own eyes as my flesh and bones were separated, and my bones were eroded and my heart was burned. The moment before his life ended, my father was busy saving others. My mother, whom I haven't seen for three months, left work early to spend time with my brother. They looked at the burnt black stumps and broken arms, not recognizing that they were their daughters. Then the DNA matching results came out and they went crazy.