Ling Qingyu controlled the urge to inform, she might have a solution for her mother. She wasn't 100 percent certain yet.
But if she gave too much hope, which became a disappointment later on—it would hurt the hearts.
Better to scrutinize and test everything before implementing a plan. Ling Qingyu watched until Denise left and sighed.
Thunder rattled and Ling Qingyu gazed up. Droplets of water splashed after impacting the floor.
Silver transparent lines wiggled before her eyes, dancing in the direction of the wind.
Another excruciating thunder rang again. Ling Qingyu's eyes reflected the lightning.
Her hands clenched into a fist. A tired screech struck her ears and a bang.
A memory of her being helplessly stuck inside her car during her accident reappeared.
That dark shadow figure again. Ling Qingyu closed her eyes and breathed deeply.
