An Sien was like a puppet, and followed the doctor through the procedures in a daze and signed the consent form for the cremation of the body.

Perhaps I don’t want my daughter to worry about the funeral after she dies.

When An Sien's mother was admitted to the hospital, she had already prepared the procedures needed for her funeral.

From the moment she died, all procedures began to work.

An Sien just needs to follow the doctor and sign the documents that need to be signed by his family, and they will handle the rest.

The mother and daughter who have no relatives and friends save the cumbersome mourning and false mourning, and the funeral is simple.

In just one afternoon, everything was handled properly.

An Sien, who had been traveling for eight or nine hours, sat in the taxi home with her urn.

The nurse next to her kept comforting her softly, but she didn't respond, just sobbing constantly in her arms in her urn.

As for tears.

It has dried up.

The nurse answered a phone call, and after hearing another patient died, she sent An Sien to Zhenxing Road and left.

I worked hard all day and it is now late.

An Sien walked on the road in a daze with her urn in her arms.

After a day of exposure to the sun, the road at night is still warm until now.

But An Sien's whole body was filled with cold and cold air that was incompatible with the environment.

Pale skin, unsightly pupils, red eye sockets, white dress stained with blood, and the urn in her hand.

All of this looks extremely strange to outsiders.

Even the gangsters who are keen on picking up beautiful women choose to get away from each other in the face of this strange atmosphere.

An Sien returned home following habits and instincts.

She only felt a little relieved after smelling the familiar smell at home.

An Sien closed the door, hugged the urn tightly with both hands, and sat slowly on the ground against the door panel.

She whispered in a hoarse voice: "Mom, we're home."

An Sien looked ahead with a smile: "How about making omelettes tonight? I haven't eaten the omelette you made in a long time..."

"You say something, don't ignore me, okay..."

An Sien chatted with the urn in a nagging manner.

The closed curtains obscured the external light, and the dark houses seemed like different dimensions isolated from the world, only An Sien's self-talk echoed in it.

I don't know how long it took.

An Sien stopped talking, but just stared at the urn quietly in a daze, as if she was gradually accepting the reality of her mother's death.

It was late at night and the cicadas stopped chirping. The only sound was her own breathing.

An Sien's cell phone lit up. She wanted to find someone to talk to, but she had no friends.

Looking at the simple address book, An Sien dialed the messenger's phone number.

"If you have something to do with me, that group of people shouldn't come to you, a talent with a criminal record again."

The cold voice of the messenger came from his cell phone.

An Sien covered her cell phone, cleared her throat, and then said in a voice that was no different from before: "I can't call you when it's okay, you are my benefactor."

"Benefactor? We are in a cooperative relationship. You need money, I need intelligence, that's all."

"But my efforts and rewards are not equal. I just stay there as usual and send you two messages to get so much money."

"And...if it wasn't for you, I might be in that kind of place..."

An Sien didn't finish her words, but the meaning she wanted to convey was already very clear.

Not only was the help of money, the messenger also helped her get out of that devil's cave. If there were no messenger, her future would be desolation that could be seen at a glance.

Although her mother passed away, at least in the last few days, An Sien no longer worried about medical expenses. She was able to stay with her mother with peace of mind and walk her last journey with her.

This is also a blessing for the messenger.

The two have known each other for less than half a month, but An Sien has indeed developed a good impression of the man who saved him.

"I just stepped on the bed bug that stopped me to death."

"I knew you would say that."

An Sien smiled and said, "No matter what you said, it is true that you saved me, but I have nothing to repay you... Why don't I go to your place to do chores for you?"

The other party quickly gave an answer: "No need, I don't."

"That's right...what I'm talking nonsense."

An Sien quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I said something strange... People like me insisted on getting close to you, that's shameless..."

In his eyes, he was definitely a rogue who had received a favor and beat a snake and got on a stick. He was a rogue who was married into a wealthy family and turned into a phoenix dream of becoming a phoenix...

An Sien said to himself in his heart.

Even though the messenger did not express his identity, he was definitely a rich man from his words and deeds, and she was just a receptionist, and the identities of the two were very different.

In society, any kindness of the weak side towards the strong side will be regarded as pleasing.

Forced to repay kindness will only make the other party think that he has other intentions.

An Sien's heart gradually became cold.

Before graduation, An Sien wanted to pursue her dream and entered the entertainment industry.

I don’t want to be famous or rich, but I just want to live a stable and happy life with my mother.

After graduation, An Sien faced the disease and reality.

She just wanted to make money to treat her mother and try to extend her lifespan. For this reason, she gave up her dreams and dignity.

When his mother passed away, An Sien's belief and pillar were gone, and his whole heart became fragmented.

The only thing left is the gratitude to the messenger that has just sprouted recently.

Now, the messenger rejected her kindness, and the last trace of flame in his heart began to shake.

The two fell into silence for a long time.

An Sien forced herself to cheer up: "Sorry, I'm here to disturb you so late, I'll die first..."

"I don't care about your identity."

When An Sien was about to hang up the phone, the messenger spoke.

"It's my personal reason for rejecting you, not for your identity."

"I don't look down on you, on the contrary, I admire you very much. Not everyone has the courage to take the initiative to enter the devil's cave and become a pickup lady for their family."

The messenger didn't care about that noun at all and said it very directly.

"I just... was tied up...even if I don't want to stay there, they won't let me go..."

An Sien's voice began to choke.

Originally, she thought she was completely numb, but the words of the messenger made her eyes moisturized again.

"No matter whether you are forced to stay there or not, you should be very clear about the consequences of betraying them.

But in order to treat your mother, you still chose to betray them without hesitation.

This is really amazing, you don’t have to feel inferior about it.”

The messenger's tone was still as cold as ever, but An Sien felt a hint of warmth.

"Thank you...thank you..."

An Sien wiped away her tears: "My mother passed away today and she couldn't use that money. Tell me the bank card number and I'll give it back..."

"I said that's the reward. Maybe in your eyes the 150,000 is a huge sum, but it's not worth mentioning to me."

The messenger immediately refused An Sien's request to return the reward: "Is there anything else?"

"It's gone."

An Sien said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the messenger hung up the phone without hesitation as usual.

'Thanks……'

Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, An Sien thanked again in her heart, then slowly stood up and turned on the lights in the living room.

She put the urn on the table, came to the TV, and gently took down the photo of herself and her mother on the wall according to her last words.

The frame was nothing special, but when she turned the frame over, she saw a passbook that was stuck with tape.

Anthen was immediately struck by lightning.
To be continued...