On my daughter's birthday, my wife fed her sleeping pills.
She cried and asked me, "If there is a next life, I don't want Tingting to suffer like this."
I said, "There won't be a next life. Tingting is my daughter. I will make those people pay with their lives. If you still love me, live well with our daughter. I won't let anyone hurt you both again."
She cried, shaking her head, and forced a smile, "It's all too late."
I watched her cry and smile, feeling a wave of pain in my heart.
I love her.
The sleeping pills were bought by me for her.
If she fed them to our daughter, I wouldn't blame her.
