Anxiety!
Overwhelming anxiety surged like a tide in Tong Yunrou's heart, nearly causing her to collapse to the ground.
Tong Yunrou's expression shifted unpredictably, "You're calling my mother by her name?"
Looking at Bai Chuwei's face, unchanged from twenty years ago, Tong Yunrou's heart pounded violently, giving rise to an even more absurd and terrifying possibility—
If Bai Chuwei could remain unchanged after twenty years, what about thirty years, forty years?
Could it be...
Bai Chuwei strolled leisurely toward Tong Yunrou, lifting her slender index finger to press against her forehead.
In an instant, scenes Tong Yunrou had never seen flashed before her eyes, one after another, as if a movie were rewinding crazily!
Forty years ago, a young Chen Meihua, in tattered clothes and barefoot, ran wildly through the woods. Her sweat soaked through her garments, and her feet, bloodied from broken skin, hurt with every step as she kept looking back while running.
