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"Suri, I'll turn myself in. Let go of me! Let me confess myself!" I begged.
"I can't let you go. The police have to rescue you."
She squatted in front of me with tears in her eyes but still comforted me with a smile, "Don't worry, I've already made a mental problem certificate for myself. I've suffered from severe depression for a long time and know how to pretend to be delusional."
I knew I couldn't convince her.
So I put on the look with which I used to quarrel with her since childhood. "Suri, don't be silly. I’ll turn myself in when I'm saved, and I..."
She interrupted me, "I won't be in prison for at least four or five years, but you will definitely be sentenced to death."
I burst into tears again.
My cowardice had taken over my reason. But why should she go to prison for me?
She reached out to stroke my hair like every night for more than ten years. "It's okay, you can take care of me for the rest of my life."
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Chapter Five: The End