"Mom."

"So much blood."

"I... Mom, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I was too willful. Can you please get up first?"

Jiang Yurou, my daughter, crouched in panic beside my body. Her trembling hands hovered over my face, afraid to touch.

She looked at me, who had already stopped breathing, and then glanced around at the crowd.

She shouted for them to save Mom.

But the crowd wiped away their tears, some spectating and enjoying the scene.

Only a girl of similar age to Yurou's, took off her sun-protective clothing and ran to my side.

She draped the clothing over me and patted my daughter.

"Little sister, be good from now on. Mom will always be with you as you grow up."

My daughter stared at her, shaking her head frantically, denying the reality that had already unfolded.

At that moment, an elderly man in white approached my soul.

"Lin Jiao, I'm sorry, but you cannot be reincarnated."

Hearing his voice, I shifted my gaze from my daughter, who I felt so sorry for, and looked at him with teary eyes.

"Is this your daughter?"

I nodded. "Her name is Yurou."

"She holds onto this matter too deeply, which prevents you from being reincarnated. You can only stay by her side, never leaving, until her life ends or until she finds peace."

Tremors formed at the corners of my mouth, tears streaming from my eyes.

To be honest, I hoped for this.

I believe all mothers in the world, when faced with this moment,

would nod repeatedly, just like me now.

After all, as a mother, being able to accompany one's child throughout their life is the wish of every mother in their later years.

I looked at him earnestly, my tone filled with anticipation.

"Is that true?"

"Yes, you have to stay with her until her final moment, witnessing her self-blame, sadness, pain, agony, and helplessness."

"Are you willing?"

Tears welled up, my heart aching.

I choked out,

"But I want to see her happy."

The elderly man shook his head.

"She won't be happy anymore."