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

Half a year later, the captain came to visit my daughter's and my grave. The weather has been very gloomy these days.


The captain sat in front of our grave, set down fruits for us, and then placed a piece of candy for us.


"During the autopsy, I noticed An'an was holding a piece of candy in her hand, all sticky. I asked Huo Chengjun about it, but he didn't want to say much, only mentioned that you and An'an loved eating it. I don't know what kind of candy it is, but seeing this bright and nice-looking candy, I figured you guys would like it."


Hearing this, my heart filled with gratitude. Even if she couldn't see, my daughter and I still bowed to him.


Then I heard him say that Huo Chengjun seemed to have gone mad in prison, often crying, saying he's sorry, and frequently banging against the iron bars trying to kill himself, saying my daughter and I were waiting for him below, yet he was saved time and again.


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