Seven Days of Love

I mortgaged the house to that man to raise money for medical treatment, but in the end, both the money and the house were swindled away.

There were many victims of that scam, and I was one of them.

The con artist fled abroad with the massive sum of stolen money and hasn’t been caught to this day.

I’m not the most exceptional case; there are families who have it even harder than mine.

When I was carrying Tuotuo to the courthouse, there was an elderly man at the entrance, barely clinging to life on a flatbed cart. His son, whose hair had already turned white, was also missing a leg.

With no help to be found and the bar long since closed down, my meager salary couldn’t even begin to cover the medical bills. I had no choice but to borrow money to support my child.

I’ve borrowed from almost every relative I know.

I went from the young, vibrant Lin Qiqi I used to be to a deadbeat debtor.

I can only move from place to place to dodge debt collectors, picking up odd jobs here and there to pay it back bit by bit.

All the decorations in the house are still exactly as they were.

These past few years feel like nothing more than a dream.

Night falls, and Tuotuo is asleep in the nursery.

It wasn’t furnished like this when it was sold; Jin Lan and I never planned on having children back then.

Neither of us liked kids.

Jin Lan pours me a glass of warm water and hands it to me: “Lin Qiqi.”

“Let’s talk.”