On the day after my sophomore year, my roommate returned to the dormitory with a five-month pregnancy and asked us to take more care of her. I sympathized with her hard pregnancy and cared for her, trying not to let her do housework. But later, she fell and had a miscarriage due to a slippery floor, claiming that I was the one who caused her to fall by mopping the floor. After asking for compensation from me to no avail, he led netizens to criticize me, and the school expelled me. I died under the knife of her mentally retarded husband. But she stepped on my bones and reached the pinnacle of life. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my roommate came back to school with a pregnant belly.
