Waiting downstairs in the community, I saw Gao Ming walking out with a light pace, humming a tune.

He looked like a little man who had just succeeded in life, about to be showered with wealth and prosperity, and a new life was slowly unfolding before him.

It's about time. In my past life, this was the moment I died.

With a screeching sound of brakes, Gao Ming's face lit up with a smile.

At that moment, a neighbor ran frantically towards my house, grabbing Gao Ming:

"Quick, quick, something happened to Auntie."

"Who?"

Gao Ming's smile froze on his face, incredulously grabbing the neighbor's sleeve: "Who did you say?"

I ran over in time and asked, "What happened?"

Gao Ming looked at me as if he had seen a ghost, his mouth wide open:

"You... you're not..."

"Your mother-in-law, Song Yue'e, had an accident."

"Ah! Mom said she was going to the market to buy meat for you, how could something happen to her?"

I was ecstatic inside.

"Auntie was hit by a car."

After the neighbor finished speaking, Gao Ming's legs went weak, and he was about to collapse, so I quickly supported him.

He cried out in despair, "Mom," and staggered towards the door.

Muttering to himself, "It's impossible, it's impossible, it can't be Mom, how could it be Mom?"

The neighbor thought he was in shock, only I could understand his words.

I was the one who should have died, why did it have to be his mother-in-law?

We helped Gao Ming to the scene of the accident, where red clothes and blood formed a large area, still spreading.

Just like in my past life, I saw the scene from above.

But this time, it wasn't me lying in a pool of blood.

There was a big hole in my mother-in-law's head, blood gushing out, her face a bloody mess, unrecognizable.

Thump, thump, thump, she looked much worse off than when I was hit, her appearance completely ruined.

Indeed, she deserved no good end, the old hag.

I looked up at the windows of the 11th floor along the street, my daughter still sleeping soundly at this moment.

This time, I was at ease, the one who killed her had met his end.

Gao Ming fell into the pool of blood, holding his mother-in-law's body, crying heartbreakingly.

A familiar scene, last time Gao Ming held my body, acting out a scene full of emotion:

"Mom, oh my mom, why? Why?"

He caressed his mother-in-law's face:

"Mom, it's me, Ming, open your eyes and look at me."

I looked up at the big truck, following the script from my past life, the driver should be making an appearance.

Indeed, a young man got down from the truck, kept apologizing to Gao Ming, who was crying with genuine emotion, which puzzled him.

Wasn't it you who asked me to hit someone? Why are you crying so heartbreakingly after hitting them?

After a while, he had an admiring expression, probably secretly giving Gao Ming a thumbs up in his heart, this guy was addicted to acting.

Gao Ming stumbled to his feet, walked up to the driver, grabbed his collar: "Why did you hit my mom? It wasn't her, it wasn't her."

Now, the driver was truly at a loss, how could he be crying with snot and tears? He rubbed the back of his head, almost saying, "Wasn't it you who told me to hit her?"

I quickly went over to hold Gao Ming back: "Honey, the dead cannot be brought back to life, please accept it."

In my past life, I died, but my husband and the driver shared a knowing smile in a place where no one could see them.