Dream Reading

On the third day after my death, my five-year-old daughter finally realized something was wrong.
She was afraid of the dark at night, but I didn't hold her to sleep.
She was hungry, and I didn’t cook for her.
She lifted the quilt trying to pull me up, but felt my hand was very cold.
"Mom, why are your hands cold, are you sick?"
"Mom, don't sleep, if you're sick you need to get up and take medicine."
Helpless, she found my phone and called her doctor dad.
"Dad, mom is sick and won't get up to take medicine. Please come and treat her."
My husband, however, was very impatient.
“A grown woman who can't take care of herself, is she disabled, is she dead! Don't use such cheap tricks to threaten me!”
“And also, tell your mom, I'll come home when she admits her mistake!”
He didn't know, I was indeed dead, dead on the night he forced me for the 18th time to donate blood to his 'white moonlight.'


After My Daughter and I Died, My Husband Regretted It

Huo Chengjun had never seen Su Xin so hysterical, like she was on drugs.


But he couldn't care about that now; hearing about the cause of death of my daughter and me, he rushed in and grabbed Su Xin.


"What did you mean by what you just said? Did you secretly draw Xiao Wan's blood?"


Seeing who came, Su Xin immediately panicked.


"No...no, I don't know anything... don't know..."


Su Xin knelt on the ground, curling up, somewhat incoherent at this moment.


"What do you mean you don't know! You killed them!"


Huo Chengjun fiercely shook her arm, shouting so loudly that everyone in the hallway looked over.


Unexpectedly, Su Xin retaliated, grabbing Huo Chengjun's hair, muttering something.


"Hahaha, now you regret it... they died well..."


Unknowingly, a thick syringe fell out of Su Xin's pocket.


The scene became chaotic, with more and more nurses and patients gathering to watch and discuss.
