Xiao Wang, a woman, thought Mr. Li was very cold, so he added a quilt to him.

Although the two quilts were heavy, this real feeling made Mr. Li so clearly realize that he was still alive.

He likes this feeling.

......

His body shaking slowly stopped.

So even though he felt a little uncomfortable, he did not ask Xiao Wang to remove the quilt he had added later.

...

I noticed that the young man in front of me was about to speak, and the inexplicable nervousness and fear made the old man speak out quickly and interrupted the young man's words that had not yet spoken.

"that……"

The old man's tone was a bit rapid and panicky, his voice was sharp, and he faintly felt a bit shrill.

The old and yellow hands were covered with blue veins, almost breaking through the shackles of the skin.

"I woke up this time and felt like I was a different life."

"I felt a little strange when I saw Xiao Wang."

"Oh, Xiao Wang is my wife."

"She is still very young, unlike me, an old man."

The old man began to talk, looking a little dazed.

"Two years ago, I won the grand prize."

“I have a lot of money.”

"I'm full of energy. I have a new house and a new wife."

"I thought my time was going on, and I thought my life would be smooth sailing."

"After all, I have that much money."

"But God is so cruel."

“It’s so cruel…”

The old man murmured several times.

"He gave me endless money, but he wanted to take my life!"

"So, what's the use of no matter how much money I have?!"

The old man was excited, his eyes were red, and his chest was violently undulating, like a worn bellows, making noisy and harsh sounds.

The old man panted like a cow.

It was like an old beast who was forced into a dead end, with a deep arching back and a breath of despair all over his body.

...

"Xiao Wang is pregnant."

The old man who finally recovered suddenly said.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised.

A smile with a little joy appeared on his wrinkled face.

"I'm very happy."

"I thought I wouldn't have any more children."

“I’m not qualified.”

...

"That kid...he always comes to me."

"I always dream about him."

"That's that small."

"It's covered in blood, like a broken doll."

"It should, no, it definitely hurts, but the child didn't make any sound."

"...It's obviously a child who will cry for a long time if he falls."

"I wanted to tell him not to cry, but I couldn't say it."

"Because he didn't cry."

"But it seemed like I was crying again, and I was still crying sadly."

"He told me that he was very painful, very painful."

"I know, I want to comfort him."

The old man was a little incoherent, flustered and helpless, and his whole body was stiff. "But I am a stupid person and I don't know what to say to comfort the child."

"I want to hug him."

"But I saw him lying on the ground covered in blood."

"Eyes are closed."

"No sound."

"I'm scared."

"I'm really scared."

The old man's voice was low, dull and dry, as tight as a tight string. It would break with a "click" at some point, and it felt a little uncomfortable to rub people's ears.

The listener's heart was also hung high because of the nervousness of the old man, and he felt a sense of insecurity and shock in the air.

...

"But I have a child again."

“Everything is different.”

The old man's expression calmed down, "My child..."

"Does this mean my fault will be forgiven?"

...

"That mistake caused my family to be destroyed and I lived a mess for most of my life."

“My life was almost ruined.”

...

"I won the prize, is it just for this child who is still in my mother's belly?"

"This child is my atonement."

"Do I... have a chance to go to heaven?"

A little longing and desire ejaculated in the old man's eyes, and his lips squirmed, "I thought I would definitely go down to the eighteen levels of Avici Hell."

“My child died because of my negligence.”

"I killed my child."

"But there is no way out."

"Can I make up for the sin I committed before just by taking good care of this child?"

"Are I not going to hell as long as I take good care of this child?"

"Yes or no……"

...

"so-"

The old man stopped muttering and grabbed the sleeve of the young man in front of him.

With great force that does not match his sick body.

"I don't want to die!"

"I can't die yet!"

"I haven't done anything yet, I haven't made up for anything..."

"How could I end my life like this?"

"How can it be?"

"Can't!"

"I don't want to go to hell."
To be continued...