When My Actor Husband Won the Award, News of My Death with Our Son Hit the Hot Search

After being cruelly murdered by my husband's white moonlight, my corpse was thrown under the bridge outside the villa.



On the third day of my death, my son finally found me under the bridge.



He stepped on the gravel, wiped the blood off my face with his small hands, and I did not blink.



He held clear water to my pale lips, and I did not lick.



He lay on my cold chest, listening to my long-silent heartbeat.



Hao Hao panicked and used his phone watch to video call my actor husband who was doing a fashion show:



"Dad, why is mom lying here all the time?"



"Your mom is practicing her acting skills, ignore her! Tell your mom that whenever she is willing to admit her mistake, I will forgive her."



After hanging up, my son stared at my corpse for a long time.



He took off his small coat, gently covering my cold body: "Mom, this way it won't hurt."