Eighteen years ago, he personally buried Mommy, so why is she here now?
"Mommy, is it really you?" Words spilled from his mouth as he stood ten steps away from the bedside, frowning at the woman with her head in her hands.
The woman on the bed, perhaps upon hearing the voice, quickly released her hands and looked up at the person standing before her. Without a second thought, she jumped down from the bed and rushed into Beitang Yao's arms, tightly hugging Beitang Yao's waist, speaking in a voice full of fear, "Son! Mommy is so scared! You must protect Mommy! Someone wants to kill your Aunt Rong and Mommy… She is with the wicked woman, wicked woman…"
"Mommy, what's going on? Can you tell me what's happening? Eighteen years ago, weren't you already in a car accident…" As he spoke, Beitang Yao's gaze darkened, "Mommy, who was that person eighteen years ago?"
