Tang Xiaomin wished so much that she was talking nonsense and none of this was real.
But life was just that helpless.
"I've gotten you house arrest, you can come with me now."
A faint sorrow showed in Tang Xiaomin's eyes, something that couldn't be faked.
This time, no matter how unwilling Tang Yan was to believe it, he was still severely hit.
After Tang Xiaomin left, he sat alone for a long time before following her out.
Excitedly, he pulled open the passenger door and threw himself in, looking at Tang Xiaomin with emotion.
"Tang Xiaomin, don't you have supernatural abilities? You can use them to save Mom."
"We have nothing to say if you hate us. But Mom is innocent, you can't just watch her die!"
Tang Xiaomin simply looked at Tang Yan with a helpless gaze.
Tang Yan thought she was holding a grudge and unwilling.
"She's your biological mother, you don't want to save her?"
"Fine, very good. I'll go back to prison for a few more years, and you save Mom's life. That should be enough, right?"
In this world, not everything could be bargained for, like life itself.
Tang Xiaomin remained silent. Tang Yan suddenly became stern.
"Tang Xiaomin, what exactly will it take for you to save Mom? Tell me, I'll go through fire and water, alright!"
Tang Xiaomin sighed. Who could understand her powerlessness at this moment?
"I can't save her."
"I think you're just holding a grudge and don't want to save her."
People are always like this, thinking they understand others perfectly.
Tang Xiaomin's hands gripping the steering wheel unconsciously tightened. She roared in anger.
"I said I can't save her, don't you understand human language! I'm not a god who can bring people back from the dead, I'm just a demon who can send people to hell!"
Only capable of killing, not saving.
She couldn't save Tang Xu, nor could she save Zhang Meiyu. She couldn't save anyone, only watch it all happen, powerless.
At this moment, for the first time, she loathed her demonic identity.
This was the first time Tang Yan had seen Tang Xiaomin so helplessly hysterical.
After a long while, he asked her tentatively again.
"Xiaomin, can't you think of a way?"
Had she not thought of it? Of course, she had.
How many desperate methods had brewed in her mind.
With her abilities, all she needed was to find a suitable heart for Zhang Meiyu and she could dig it out for her in minutes.
But doing so would mean the death of the person whose heart she took. How innocent were they?
Usually, minor incidents were insignificant. But to kill an innocent person to save someone she cared about, she truly couldn't bring herself to do it.
Before the car started, Tang Xiaomin said, "When you get home, spend some time with her. She's always been thinking of you."
It was close to New Year, and with Zhang Meiyu seriously ill, the whole family did their best to stay with her at home. Su Dan Novel Network.
It was already the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, and a heavy snow began to fall outside, blanketing the world in white.
Feeling bored, Tang Xiaomin went out onto the street alone to watch the snow and clear her head.
It wasn't until dark that she returned home, guided by the lamplight.
As she approached the villa, she unexpectedly saw a monk in thin monastic robes sitting cross-legged in the snow under a streetlamp, chanting scriptures.
The accumulated snow covered him more than halfway. From a distance, he could have been mistaken for a snowman.
When Tang Xiaomin had walked past here before, she hadn't noticed Tang Zhongcheng would be here.
Seeing him brought back the tragedy of the Tang family, and hatred surged in her heart.
Now, she wasn't even interested in teaching him a lesson.
"If you're here for my mother, there's no need. My brothers and I will be by her side to take care of her."
"Your presence will only worsen her condition. Doing nothing is best."
Tang Zhongcheng slowly opened his eyes. After being in the snow for so long, his lips were already blue and his body stiff.
Tang Yu had told him about Zhang Meiyu's critical condition, which was no different from the sky falling for him.
The last time the sky fell was with Tang Xu's death, and only a few months had passed since then.
Tears slid from his eyes into the snow, melting into the cold. The whole world was filled with pain.
"Why... why must misfortune befall her?"
"I am deeply sinful, why isn't the sickness tormenting me? Why?" Tang Zhongcheng said to Tang Xiaomin.
Why?
Wasn't that question simple?
Tang Xiaomin raised her hand to catch a few snowflakes. The soft streetlight shone on her, and the swirling snowflakes created a dreamlike scene, making her look like a fairy in the snow.
"Don't you understand yet? You wronged Zhang Meiyu, and now she's critically ill. Your grief is a punishment for you, isn't it?"
"Punish me, fine, but why torment her too? She's innocent," Tang Zhongcheng said.
"Tormenting the person you care about most is also the greatest torment to your soul."
Who could truly explain the cause and effect of this world?
Some people, from the moment they are born, do not commit a single bad deed, yet they cannot eat their fill, are poorly clothed, live like ants, and are plagued by misfortune their entire lives.
What could they do but endure?
"Let her remaining time be filled with fewer painful memories. You should leave."
Tang Xiaomin no longer paid attention to Tang Zhongcheng. As she walked, she rolled two small snowballs on the green belt. She wanted to build a small snowman for Zhang Meiyu to see.
Because this snow was very likely the last snow she would ever see.
After Tang Xiaomin left, Tang Zhongcheng collapsed on the ground, his strength gone.
He let the heavy snow cover him, wishing that he were the one who had died.
"I am the one who should die, why isn't it me?"
"Why?"
He had become a monk for over a year, had read scriptures diligently, and held many grand principles in his heart.
He had heard the suffering of the human world from before the Buddha so many times that his ears were calloused.
He had also used his business acumen and the resources of the temple to earn a lot of money, helping countless people.
In the end, he, whom others called a living Bodhisattva, could only watch Zhang Meiyu slowly die.
He could help others, but he couldn't help her.
He thought that by accumulating good deeds, he could exchange them for blessings and protection for Zhang Meiyu.
Cruel reality told him that it was all useless.
"Heaven, I beg you, let me die, let me die in her place!"
"I am not afraid of death, I am willing to die!"
He shouted in the heavy snow, longing for the gods to hear his plea, to let him trade his life for Zhang Meiyu's.
But the falling white snow was endless, only continuing to fly mercilessly onto the earth, ignoring him.
It wasn't until eleven o'clock, when Tang Zhongcheng was frozen in the snow and about to lose consciousness, that he was discovered by a kind person.
"Master, why are you lying in the snow on such a cold day?"
Tang Zhongcheng, weak, looked up at the sky and said, "I... I am praying to heaven again..."
The passerby said, "If you have the energy to pray to heaven, it's more practical to rely on yourself."