Madam Jiang cradled her daughter's limp form, her eyes brimming with a torrent of emotions that threatened to consume her. "Baby, are you okay?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a desperate hope that belied the grim reality of the situation.
Jiang Xiaolin's eyes, once vibrant and full of life, now stared back at her mother with a haunting emptiness, devoid of recognition or comprehension. For a fleeting moment, a flicker of awareness seemed to reignite within her, but it was quickly extinguished by a primal terror that contorted her features into a mask of unbridled fear.
With a feral scream, Jiang Xiaolin lunged forward, her fingers wrapping around Madam Jiang's throat in a vice-like grip. Madam Jiang's eyes widened in shock and horror, her mouth opening in a silent cry as she struggled against her daughter's unexpected onslaught.
