"I said we should have told Mother earlier, and now it's too late; we lost our chance!" Rong Ni wiped his tears and accused angrily.
"Mother was going to be eighteen in just twenty days, and then we could have told her, but now..."
Rong Zheng slumped into a chair nearby, his eyes vacant, a bitter smile playing at his lips. Memories suddenly overlapped with those of another life, the future, where Mother had also died, quietly slipping away.
She seemed just as if she were sleeping in her bed, but the coroner told them Mother was already dead, her body was cold.
The cause of death was unknown, and even now they did not understand how she could have died so suddenly, her death was too strange.
Back then, they had already endured the pain and shock of loss, and finally a doctor agreed to help them by sending them back to Mother's past using the time and space shuttle machine, so they could see her again.
