"No, it's not like this, it's not like this." Mrs. Zhong repeated these words. She wanted to drive away Gu Xin beside her, and also wanted to drive away the torn apart Qiangzi she saw.

However, she couldn't do it at all, her hands and feet were tied up.

She had a splitting headache, but she was very conscious.

She wanted to just faint and not face all this, but for some reason, she couldn't faint even under such extreme fear.

Gu Xin's words were still ringing in her ears. She had already hallucinated. She saw the fragmented hadrons being put back together bit by bit, turning into the tall and big son she had raised with her own hands. .

She couldn't help but shed tears as she recalled every bit of the past.

When she came back with the baby in her arms, she felt really distressed. It was such a small ball and she had no milk to feed him. Listening to him cry loudly, she felt distressed and hoped that she was the one who was hungry. Not that little one.

She was willing to spend a lot of money to buy cow's milk and goat's milk to feed the little one.

When the child grows up and can walk, she feels that everything is worth it.

In those few years, their family of three lived really well. Even if their lives were a little tight in order for their children to study, she was willing to do so.

She worked on embroidery day and night, without even considering that she would go blind. She just thought that this child would have a future.

Whenever a child calls her mother, that is when she feels happiest.

Her cousin died in an accident. The child was only seven years old at the time. He held her in his arms and told her: "Mom, don't be afraid. Dad is gone, and there is still me. I will love my mother even more in the future, and treat my father like that Bring one too."

Zhong's tears were increasing.

What is the purpose of the son she raised, such a good son?

Why did she have the idea that as long as the child was gone, she could do anything.

Even though he is not her biological son, she raised him as her biological son!

Why did she think that way at that time?

Is it really because the child doesn’t study?

What is it for?

Gu Xin looked at Mr. Zhong coldly and cried bitterly, unable to arouse any sympathy in her heart.

She continued to ask in a cold voice: "Ms. Zhong, Qiangzi is asking you! Is it really that he is not as good as that wild man? Why did you put him to death? Just tell him that you are not his mother. Are you ready? Why did you kill him so cruelly? Qiangzi asked!

"No, no, no." Mrs. Zhong yelled, "That's not the case. Qiangzi is the son I raised. He is more important than anyone else. More important than anyone else."

Gu Xin raised her eyebrows and asked again: "Since you are more important than anyone else, why did you ruthlessly step forward to help that wild man?"

"I don't know, I don't know." Mrs. Zhong shook her head, "I don't know. Qiangzi, mother really doesn't know. Mother doesn't know why she thought that way at the time. I'm sorry, Qiangzi, I'm sorry, Qiangzi. It's all. It’s my mother’s fault! It’s all my mother’s fault!”

"Is it enough to be sorry?" Gu Xin sneered, "If you can be forgiven if you kill someone and say sorry, then wouldn't there be no ghosts and unjust cases in the world?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Qiangzi, mother is sorry for you. Mother is sorry for you. Qiangzi, mother will come down and drink with you right now. I'm sorry!" Zhong said and turned his head to the ground, trying to hit the ground.

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