"What? An earthquake?" Li Jianyue shuddered at the thought.
People instinctively feel threatened by natural disasters that could be neither predicted nor avoided.
"Yeah," Quan Jingyi gazed into the distance and narrowed his eyes slightly. "My memories of her are only from the photographs. My grandmother showed them to me when I was young. She was very beautiful and very gentle."
Quan Jingyi never saw her again after the fateful day.
What remained of his mother's memories were his father blaming him and his stepmother's slander. Adding to that were the regret and heartache of his grandmother.
Quan Jingyi couldn't tell who was telling the truth and who was spreading lies.
More than once, he had felt deep down that his mother was a kind, gentle, and beautiful woman.
Slowly, Quan Jingyi got lost in his thoughts. At that moment, he was all alone in his world.
While in a state of distraction, Quan Jingyi's body suddenly felt warm.
