And No One Else
When the car door finally closed and they began peeling away from the driveway, Qing Zihao finally let go of the breath that he was holding.
"You felt how painful it was to say goodbye to your sons?" Xie Changying said, she sounded mad while she was looking out the window. "That is how I am feeling everyday… so don't you dare die."
Qing Zihao felt like his was being skinned alive, but from the inside—that did not make sense but that was how he felt, like something was clawing him from the inside out. Now he was wondering, if he should've told his other sons.
But no, they would've never let him leave.
"I'll try not to die too fast," said Qing Zihao. Then out of habit, his fingers felt for his coat pockets for his pipe. But instead his hand found something else.
He pulled out the short envelope and felt his body froze when he saw the words on it written by a hand he would easily recognize.
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