Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

Song Lingge was in a daze, thinking she had fallen asleep, but in fact she was lost in memories.

She was shaken awake by Qi Xiaomei: "Lingge, take a look, is this your neighborhood?"

Qi Xiaomei handed Song Lingge her phone, on which was playing a news report: "A girl jumped off a building in Tianxiangyuan Community this morning. The specific reason is unknown, but it is suspected to be due to unsatisfactory college entrance examination results."

The female corpse on the screen was blurred out, the surrounding environment was messy, and blood could be vaguely seen everywhere on the ground.

Looking at that blurry shape, Song Lingge felt a sharp pain in her heart for some reason.

Hu Yunxiang pulled Qi Xiaomei away and put her arm around Song Lingge's shoulder: "Lingge, don't scare yourself. Xingxing has such good grades and such a cheerful personality, it can't be her."

Song Lingge couldn't hear what anyone else was saying. She picked up her phone shakily and tried to tap Fang Guanghua's name for a long time, even though they had just spoken.

Seeing her like this, Hu Yunxiang felt a little sorry for her, so she helped her press the back of her hand.

The phone rang cheerfully, but no one answered.

Song Lingge called again and again, but neither Fang Guanghua nor Fang Xingxing answered.

Song Lingge grabbed Hu Yunxiang, her voice trembling: "Minister Hu, I want to go back, I want to go back immediately."

......

When Fang Guanghua called, Song Lingge was in a taxi on her way back to Nanzhou.

"Old Fang, where have you been? Didn't you hear all the calls I made? I saw on the news that someone jumped off a building in our neighborhood, did you know? Did you rush home to check on Xingxing? I wonder if she'll be scared being home alone?"

I could faintly hear sobbing coming from the phone.

Song Lingge's voice involuntarily became sharp and shrill: "Fang Guanghua, I'm talking to you, are you even hearing me? Have you gone back to be with Xingxing? She... she'll be scared alone at home..."

"Lingge, wake up, wake up! She jumped off a building..."

......

It was already late at night when Song Lingge rushed back to Nanzhou.

It's too late; the funeral home doesn't allow visits.

For the first time, Song Lingge wailed without regard for her image, kneeling on the ground and begging the staff on duty to let her in; she just wanted to see her daughter immediately.

She wouldn't believe Fang Xingxing was dead unless she saw her with her own eyes.

It's so late now. Fang Xingxing has always been afraid of the dark. She must be very scared to be alone.

Seeing the middle-aged woman weeping bitterly, a parent outliving their child, the old man on duty couldn't help but feel compassion and took her inside.

On her way here, Song Lingge considered many possibilities.

Fang Guanghua was in a meeting too late and hadn't gone home yet, so it couldn't be confirmed that it was Fang Xingxing.

Their building isn't very tall, so Xingxing might accidentally fall, but she definitely won't die.

......

The moment the white cloth was lifted, Song Lingge's world collapsed.

No matter how much she mentally prepared herself, this moment was still unbearably heavy.

That was her Xingxing, the daughter she had carried for ten months and finally gave birth to.

Having lost a child before, she poured all her love into this daughter.

From the time she learned to speak until the end of the college entrance examination, Song Lingge never entrusted anyone with her tasks, whether it was something as small as changing diapers or something as important as filling out college applications.

Fang Xingxing is Song Lingge's destiny.

But now, it seems she's lost her life.

Fang Xingxing lay there, her little face pale, looking as if she were asleep, still so adorable.

It's said that during adolescence, kids are so lovable that you don't want to look at them twice. But Fang Xingxing is just as endearing as she was when she was little; you can never get enough of looking at her.

Song Lingge began to blame herself for going on a trip.

If she hadn't gone out this time and had stayed home to take care of Fang Xingxing, this wouldn't have happened.

Song Lingge's heart ached terribly; she felt like she couldn't breathe.

"Mom, don't be sad. Mom, take a deep breath and catch your breath."

Song Lingge saw Fang Xingxing patting her back. It was so good that Fang Xingxing was still alive.

Song Lingge pulled her daughter into her arms and hugged her tightly, as if she wanted to meld her into her own body.

“Mom, listen to me, I didn’t jump off the building by myself, Dad pushed me down. Yesterday I had made plans with you to go to Grandma’s house today, but Liao Xiaoke called me and asked me to go to the movies, so I went home. I was playing on the computer in my room, and after a while my dad came back. I heard him on the phone saying he wanted to divorce you. Then I ran out and questioned him. I said I wanted to call you, and my dad grabbed the phone and pushed me down the building.”

Fang Xingxing finished speaking in one breath, sounding very anxious.

"Mom, are you listening? You need to pull yourself together, leave him and live a good life. Mom, I heard him call that person Xiaomei. They have a child together and are about to get married. He's going to buy another house for the child's wedding. He doesn't love you, he's just been using you. Mom, you have to wake up, Mom, you have to protect yourself!"

"Mom, I love you~"

......

Song Lingge felt Fang Xingxing's voice getting farther and farther away, fainter and fainter...

"Lingge, Lingge, wake up." Fang Guanghua's face appeared in front of Song Lingge.

"Wake up, wake up!" Song Lingge was momentarily confused and called out her daughter's name loudly.

“Lingge, Xingxing is dead. You have to pull yourself together.” Fang Guanghua held Song Lingge’s shoulders and kept shaking her.

Song Lingge looked at the man in front of her, then at Fang Xingxing lying next to her, and then completely fainted.

For several days in a row, Song Lingge couldn't tell if it was reality or a dream; she kept thinking about what Fang Xingxing had said.

At this moment, Fang Guanghua brought in a bowl of soup and saw that she was awake, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Lingge, you haven't been eating properly these past few days. Here, have some soup."

Song Lingge still didn't move. Right now, she was like a walking corpse. No, she was too lazy to even move. She was more like a living dead.

"Xingxing is being buried tomorrow. Don't you want to go and see her off on her final journey?"

Upon hearing her daughter's name, Song Lingge finally blinked, and a tear slid down her cheek.

Fang Guanghua helped her sit up halfway and fed her the soup. She obediently cooperated and finished the bowl of soup.

In just a few days, Song Lingge lost a lot of weight. She wasn't fat to begin with, but now she was even more thin and bony.

After finishing a bowl of soup, Song Lingge finally felt a little better.

These past few days, she's been thinking a lot, almost recalling the first half of her life.

There are always a few moments when she seems to think things through a little longer, and then things will take a turn for the better.

However, it was always shrouded in a thin mist, tempting her to uncover it, but she always fell just short.

Fang Guanghua brought over another bowl of soup, with a little bit of chicken added to it.

Looking at the man, Song Lingge asked slowly, "Fang Guanghua, did Xingxing really commit suicide?"