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Intro. It was cold that night, but my body was as hot as fire. High fever, spinning mind. "Hah........ Stepchildren....... Low........ want to die.......!" I heard footsteps, and then suddenly a scream broke out: "Don't touch my wife!" - That is the voice of my father, Bo Feng. His voice, full of resentment and despair, sounded like it was beating my chest. In my coma, I couldn't wake up, only a strand of consciousness clung to this world. Two days later, my parents, lying still in the car, returned home, blood staining the windshield. I stood on the side of the road, still thin as dew from the fever, watching the fragments of my life fall. I don't know if the voice of the other night was a death knell, only that from that moment on, the darkness was no longer a resting place. "My parents have passed away. I am his little uncle, and from now on I will be his guardian." That was the first sentence Bo Thieu Quan said to me, on the day the funeral had just ended. His voice was low, so regular that he couldn't hear the emotion.

Bo Shaojun

@Kim An