Just because I went out to buy oranges that my daughter liked to eat, I encountered an oncoming truck. He passed away, leaving behind a two-year-old daughter and a CEO husband who cried heartbrokenly. After my death, my husband knelt in front of my broken body and promised again and again that he would take good care of our daughter and himself. It wasn't until the death anniversary three years later that the devil from hell curled his lips and registered, "Mrs. Shen, your sacrifice this year... Is even shabbier than last year." "It's only been three years. Is your husband bankrupt or has a change of heart?" Seeing the money that could fill eight large cartons at the beginning turned into a package covered with mud and wrapped in torn newspapers, I stared at the unfamiliar handwriting on the package slip and wondered, could this really be from Shen Xushao, who has always liked me since childhood? And when the muddy envelope fell at my feet, revealing a few familiar, crooked handwritings, "Mom, Tiantian misses you so much." Finally, the blood all over my body froze, like a lightning strike on the top of my head. This year's sacrifice was actually burned for me by my five-year-old daughter Tiantian.
