This memory was so heavy and oppressive that, even though she knew it was all in the past, the thought of it still filled her with sadness and depression.
It was like a thousand-pound boulder pressing down on her chest, making it impossible for her to breathe.
The glass in her hands was already crushed by her own grip.
In the mirror across the hall, she saw her own reflection. Her complexion was pale, her lips were bluish, and she looked as if she had just walked out of Hell.
Yes, no wonder she had lost all her memories.
Because all of this was indeed too much to bear, pain that life itself couldn't sustain.
After a long time, she finally got up, stretched out her hand, and opened the window, letting the last rays of sunlight come in.
That ray of faint light shot straight into the depths of her heart, illuminating all the darkness.
Fortunately, all the misfortunes were in the past, the children were still alive, and so was she, safe and sound.
Her cell phone rang.
