My daughter suddenly developed leukemia and was at death’s door. She needed panda blood to survive. But instead of contacting my husband, who was in charge of the blood bank, I headed straight for another blood bank thousands of kilometers away. In my previous life, after I begged him desperately, my husband gave our daughter a transfusion in time and saved her life. But his first love couldn’t get through to him on the phone, so she got distracted while driving, and she and her son died on the road. Then, after disappearing for three months, my husband took us on a trip and cruelly pushed my daughter and my father off a cliff. He dragged me into the road and ran me over. I lived again, back on the day my daughter got leukemia and urgently needed a blood transfusion. This time, my husband answered his first love’s call. So why did he still go mad with regret afterward?
