Zhao Kai lowered his head. He really didn’t think so much. He was really dying, and the sickly mother would definitely not be able to bear it. Zhao Kai was about to thank the girl for waking him up. He faintly heard someone calling him, but it was the voice of his parents. They must have found him here before he came home so late and said goodbye to the girl.
Zhao Kai ran in the direction where his parents were. I don’t know how long he ran, but I haven’t seen them. He hoped anxiously, and after a while, he heard his mother call his name: “Kay, can’t you do anything? You want to have a long and two short, but how can you live your mother!” The voice seemed to be in his ears, Zhao Kai turned his head and saw that his mother’s tears and snot fell on him and howled, and his father watched him tearfully while he was lying on the bamboo bed at home.