His mother had severe mental issues, often imagining that someone was trying to murder her, and she would frequently appear before him with sharp and deadly weapons...
The thing she did most was to hold him in her arms, and then whisper that she would protect him.
If he left her for just a minute, she would fall into madness and agitation, descend into hysteria, like a lunatic, possessed...
At first, he was afraid of such a mother, but as time went on, he became accustomed to it.
Custom is a frightening thing. Especially when you're used to a mentally ill person...
That past is not worth mentioning to others.
And certainly not to Mu Mian.
But Mu Mian still lay on the hospital bed, motionless, like a lifeless rag doll. Her once beautiful and delicate face was now bloodless, and though those lively eyes could no longer open to look at him, perhaps with a timid gaze...
Gong Heng sighed deeply, twenty hours had passed, and if she didn't wake up...
Softness couldn't wake her.
