It was probably because of the sedative that I was still a little dizzy. When I was running, I kept bumping into others. But I couldn't care too much.
When I arrived at the door, I saw a big van parked there.
Seven or eight people standing next to it.
I recognized Seth's parents at a glance.
They also saw me.
When I walked forward, Seth's mother came over and pushed me away directly, "Don't follow my son anymore! It's all because of you! You are such a hoodoo! If it weren't for you, my son would not have died!"
"Aunt, Aunt, forget it. Don't get mad." Someone beside her helped her up.
"Auntie, I was wrong." I looked at Seth's body in the car and pleaded with her, "I want to see Seth again, okay?"
"No!" Seth's mother blocked the door of the van and kept pushing me, "Hoodoo! Do you think you can make my son come back to his life?"
Seth's mother cried heartbrokenly.
She kept pushing me so that I could be separated from Seth.
