There was a fire at home because of my husband's charger. At the critical moment, my husband picked up his Bai Yueguang and ran outside, leaving my staggering mother alone to be burned to death by the fire. The porcelain white walls are all marked by my mother's struggle. The day after my mother died, my husband called me and complained about why I didn't go to the hospital to see him. "No wonder you are isolated. You deserve to have no friends with your personality!" My husband also complained that my mother's old electrical appliances caused his Bai Yueguang to be injured. He put all the blame on my mother and forced her to transplant her lungs. As a result, he failed to find my mother and pointed the finger at me. I had a miscarriage and lost half a lung. He said I deserved it.
