Competitions also depend on luck.
The four of them discussed heatedly, all feeling confident about this time.
...
At this time, Lawrence Winters was alone in Alice Blythe's bedroom with Mr. and Mrs. Blythe.
Mrs. Blythe walked to the bedside, tucked Alice in, and looked at her fixedly, as if she couldn't get enough of looking at her.
Lawrence Winters saw the same loving expression on her face that he recognized from his own mother's face.
All loving mothers in the world are the same...
He marveled in his heart, walking to Mrs. Blythe's side with his hands behind his back, watching the sleeping Alice who wouldn't wake.
He had a habit of looking at people's faces instinctively.
With one glance, his heart suddenly sank.
Just now, Alice didn't have a short-life face.
But in just one hour, the "short-life lines" had appeared on her face.
He glanced at Mrs. Blythe's face again and saw the "broken central line," this was a sign of extinction...
