If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

dawn.

The glass door of Peiyuan Clinic was pushed open.

A tired woman who was tired from work but still couldn't hide her beauty walked in.

She walked into the clinic's injection room and walked straight to the blood-washed hospital bed.

A pool of blood covered her feet, and the already cold blood was a bit freezing.

Even though the smell of blood in the air was so strong that it was nauseating, she still knelt down in the pool of blood with an expressionless face, lowered her body and hugged the man's hollow, too light body on the ground. His heart was already dead. I don't know where I escaped, leaving only a shell.

She shed tears quietly.

After a long time, she put down the man's body, turned around and faced the hospital bed that was soaked in blood, and forcefully lifted up the quilt and bedding on the bed.

In the partition under the bed, a small figure huddled there.

That's a little girl.

The sun shines into the partition, making the thin figure tremble slightly. The petite body is soaked in blood. The eyes that should have been smart and cute are now looking ahead blankly, without focus or landing point.

The woman reached out and carefully touched the little figure.

She thought the other party would scream and resist.

But no, the little girl was as motionless as a puppet.

The woman lowered her head and shed many tears. Finally, she picked up the little girl from under the partition and hugged her gently.

The sun shines on them through the clinic window. The winter sun has little warmth and is even biting.

The eyes of the little girl who was held in her arms slowly moved and fell on the man's body on the ground, and tears finally rolled down like a bank.

The hysterical wails resounded through the sun-drenched morning in the clinic, heartbreaking and heartbreaking.