It happened so fast that Song Yu Han was quickly overwhelmed with denying the reality after the shock he received. He stared at the figure hanging on the beam expressionlessly.
However, if one were to touch his hands, they would find it as cold as ice.
This was not what he wanted to see when he came rushing to see his mother finally. He carried all his gold medals and achievements that wrote his honors as proof that he had become the victor. But what was the point of it all? When the person he wanted to show it all of it to could only hang lifelessly in front of him.
The smile he yearned for…
The warmth he missed…
And the voice that called out to him so gently and tenderly…
All of it was replaced by a pale-faced and thin woman that did not even look better than a ghost.