Three years have passed.

Yurou has entered her second year of college, and her husband is outstanding in his work, receiving promotions and salary increases.

Everything seems normal and stable.

Although I know that it will happen on some unknown night.

One person will cry with a covered face, while the other will drink all night.

But life goes on as usual.

Until one morning, my husband repeatedly heats up the milk and fries the eggs until they're burnt.

After knocking on our daughter's room door several times without a response, he reluctantly leaves a note.

"Yurou, Dad is running late. Wake up and have breakfast. Dad will bring you milk tea when he comes back from work."

But this time, my husband never came back.

On the way to work, there was a series of car accidents on the small road near our home.

He was the fourth car in the middle, sandwiched between the others, and his car was already deformed.

By the time our daughter arrived, he was barely breathing.

The doctor was performing emergency treatment while our daughter fainted in fear.

My husband grabbed the doctor's hand and pleaded repeatedly.

"Please, save me. My daughter has only me left. She can't be alone. Please pity my daughter and save me."

"You must save me. Yurou can't lose her father."

"I can't die. What will happen to Yurou if I die?"

"Please, I beg you."

Before the doctor could use her medical skills,

My husband had already passed away.

The doctor looked at our daughter, who had fainted, and couldn't hold back her tears.

Until Yurou slowly opened her eyes.

She looked at her father's lifeless body in the wreckage, with a bewildered and self-blaming expression, just like when I had the accident.

She didn't say a word, but her internally collapsing scream was deafening.

The doctor gently rubbed her sister's head.

"Little sister, don't be afraid. Will you let your big sister accompany you from now on?"

Yurou finally looked at her.

It turns out she was the girl who shielded my abdomen, which had exposed internal organs, on the day of my accident.

Yurou nodded and closed her eyes again.

"It's all my fault. If I had woken up earlier, Dad wouldn't have rushed out because of making breakfast for me."

"I could have drunk the cold milk, and it wouldn't have mattered if I didn't eat the burnt eggs."

"It's all my fault. I'm always so melodramatic."

I wanted to reach out and touch her hair.

Tell her it wasn't her fault, but my fingers couldn't touch her through.

At this moment, my daughter was like a broken mirror.

It seemed like it could never be repaired.