Ye Ningwan had a dream.
The car overturned in a deep ditch, emitting a piercing "sizzle" sound, and the smell of gasoline around became increasingly strong.
The little girl shakily woke up in the woman's arms.
The woman, showing no signs of life, gradually lost the strength in her arms that held her, releasing her grip.
The woman's head was injured, continuously dripping blood. Drop by drop, it all dripped onto the little girl's face.
The little girl wiped her face with a hand, feeling sticky, with a strong fishy smell, which was very uncomfortable for someone who always loved cleanliness, making her cry loudly.
Crying and shouting: "Daddy, Mommy, Daddy, Mommy."
But her parents would no longer respond to her, one having died on the spot, the other still showing signs of life but in a deep coma.
The little girl was very scared, extremely scared.
Out of fear, she cried even more heart-wrenchingly, crying and shouting "Daddy, Mommy."
"Stop crying."
