Bankless River

Holding the cup of boiling water in my palm, I stood in a daze posture for a long time. The heat penetrated the glass and burned my fingertips until the skin became abnormally flushed, then red, swollen and stinging. However, I seemed to have lost consciousness and refused to let go. Cold tears fell on the back of his hand, and he suddenly came back to reality. As soon as his fingertips were loosened, the glass fell to the ground with a sound, broken porcelain pieces flying everywhere, and water droplets with residual warmth splashed on the red and swollen skin, causing a small pain. I took a deep breath, raised my foot and stepped lightly over the sharp fragments. This time, I finally made up my mind to let go of this family relationship that had burned me to pieces.