I killed someone, and when the demon fell, I breathed a sigh of relief. "Mom, I finally have the ability to protect you." But my mother beat me like crazy and cursed me, saying that it was me who dashed her hopes. Even my sister, who I grew up holding in my hands, cried out for me to die. Finally, I died during an earthquake relief operation. I miss my mother's hand-made noodles, and my soul floats to my home. But I heard my mother's heartbreaking cry: "Son, I'm sorry, my mother was wrong."
