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After being cruelly murdered by my husband's first love, my body was thrown under the bridge outside the villa.

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

He stepped on the scattered gravel, using his small hands to wipe the blood off my face, I did not blink.

He held clear water, placing it into my pale lips, I did not lick it.

He lay on my cold chest, listening to my heart that no longer beat.

Hao Hao panicked, he took out his wristwatch phone and video called my movie star husband who was at a fashion show:

"Daddy, why is Mommy lying here all the time?"

"Your mom is just practicing her acting skills, don't worry about her! Tell your mom, whenever she's ready to admit her fault, I'll forgive her."

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

He took off his small jacket and gently covered my cold body: "Mommy, this way it won't hurt."

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There was snow everywhere under the bridge, except around my corpse where it was clean.

Hao Hao shivered in the cold under the bridge, yet he still took off his only small jacket and gently covered it over me.

He hugged his arms and curled up into a ball.

So cold, so hungry.

Hao Hao instinctively ran towards the trash can nearby, but found nothing inside.

He expertly dug up a handful of snow from the ground and ate it.

I shouted "No" loudly and reached out to stop him.

But the hand I extended passed through Hao Hao's body.

Of course, I was already dead.

I could no longer protect my Hao Hao.

Watching Hao Hao struggle to swallow the snowflakes, looking like a little beggar, my heart felt like it was being gripped tightly, aching with pain.

Is this still my precious Hao Hao, who used to act spoiled, asking Mommy and Daddy for hugs every day?

A photo fell out of the pocket on the clothes covering my corpse.

In the photo, Zhou Zhu dressed as a prince and me in a princess dress, kissing Hao Hao's cheeks from each side.

The photo was filled with overflowing sweetness and happiness.

The kindergarten held a drama festival, and Zhou Zhu and I performed the story of Sleeping Beauty.

Zhou Zhu held Hao Hao and looked at me lying in the bed:

"Hao Hao, Mommy was put to sleep by a bad guy's magic and needs the prince's kiss to wake up."

Hao Hao nodded, clenched his small fists, and bent down to kiss my forehead.

"Daddy, I kissed Mommy, why isn't she waking up?"

Zhou Zhu laughed joyfully.

"That's because this prince hasn't kissed Mommy yet."

He lovingly kissed my forehead, his gaze gentle.

I slowly opened my eyes amidst the kisses.

Zhou Zhu smiled and held me up.

"Your Highness Princess, you're awake."

The photo brought back memories for Hao Hao, and he excitedly waved his little fists.

"I know, Mommy has turned into Sleeping Beauty now, Daddy just needs to kiss you, and Princess Mommy will wake up."

"Mommy, don't be afraid, Hao Hao is going to get Daddy Prince to save you!"

Watching Hao Hao run off on his bare, cracked little feet, I instinctively wanted to stop him.

But he rushed through my body like the wind.

A trail of little bloody footprints in the snow stood out sharply.