Chapter 11 "Why am I not the one who died?"

Susan stood outside the door, flustered. She walked to the door, not knowing whether she should knock or not, she picked up her hand several times and put it down again. She prayed, "Can you lend me money first, my father's illness can't be delayed." "If it was really that urgent, you should be looking for clothes right now, not wasting time with me." The person inside snorted, seemingly with contempt and disdain. Susan hurried over, she knew he was listening, so she quickly said, "I'll go change now, can you give me money, I'll change my clothes soon." "You change it first." The stance there was firm. Susan stood up, dizzy, and rolled on the floor before standing up. She covered her eyes and took a moment to slow down before continuing to stumble forward. She pulled her hair out of her face and walked down the street as if she were a madman. When she found a passerby, she hurriedly asked, "Do you have any new clothes? Can ......" "Nuts." The passerby rolled his eyes and pulle