Gui Wan died late.

Falling from the 19th floor, he fell at the feet of Wen Yabao.

The lily in her arms was splashed with fresh blood.

The red is scorching and blinding.

Wen Yabao woke up from a nightmare.

She was covered in cold sweat and sat on the bed.

The scene of the night of my mother's death overlapped with the heroism of returning home.

Dozens of round pearls smashed down the stairs like a noisy torrential rain.

Mixed with the roar of the ambulance, it filled the ear cavity with a mournful whisper.

There are countless fragments of memory floating in my mind.

There was chaos, which made her headache split.

She was only five years old when her mother died unexpectedly, and a high fever took away almost all her childhood memories.

My aunt took advantage of her young ignorance to whitewash the peace with the quiet "accidents" of the years.

Memories of my mother are always hazy and vague.

She only remembered that her mother was beautiful.

There is always a coldness that is beyond the world.

As for the rest, always at the moment when she was about to remember, she was dominated by a headache.

She hadn't dreamed of her mother in a long time.

This time, the dream was more real and clear than ever.

There's even clips of mom rolling down the stairs.

She seemed to have forgotten something important.

Details about the unexpected death of my mother.

A flash of lightning struck.

The room suddenly became as bright as day, and the sound of muffled thunder resounded in the sky.

It must have been too frightened for her to be cranky.

The room was so oppressive that Wen Yabao got up and went out with a pair of black slippers.

In the corridor in the middle of the night, only the mobile phone in the palm of the hand emitted a faint light.

The slippers made a soft noise when they stepped on the old floor.

The muffled thunder frequently smashed down, and she panicked.

The sky seemed to collapse.

She walked down the stairs, hand on handrail.

The handrails of the stairs on a rainy night, soaked with a clammy chill, seeped through the fingertips.

Outside the window, the wind and rain, the thunder and thunder have no intention of stopping.

In my mind, those hazy and broken fragments resurfaced.

Chaotic and ambiguous.

The sound of pearls falling on the stairs once again filled the ear cavity.

At this moment, a lightning bolt fell with thunder, and the silver lightning penetrated the curtain at the floor-to-ceiling window, reflecting the entire living room with a layer of strange white light.

The terrifying white bones of the cold forest are terrifying.

The white light reflected on the sofa, outlining two cascading and tumbling figures.

The fingertips on the armrest tightened suddenly, and Wen Yabao paused.

Silently leaned down and hid behind the twig-patterned fence of the staircase handrail.

Hold your breath and concentrate, and dare not breathe.

Her eyes widened, staring intently at the couch downstairs.

Another flash of lightning flashed, and the seeping white light once again brightened the living room.

The two figures on the sofa suddenly disappeared.

Is it a hallucination?

Wen Yabao twisted his arm, and tears of pain almost fell.

Keep your eyes fixed on the light lit by the lightning that flashes from time to time.

It was confirmed that the couch was empty.

Where did the two figures come from!

I'm afraid it's not a lightning flash.

There was a loud thunderclap that obscured all possible sounds.

To be safe, Wen Yabao gritted his teeth and cautiously climbed back to the second floor.

Touch the switch on the wall.

Without a hint of hesitation, he pressed it.

With a "snap", the huge crystal lamp hanging in the living room lit up.

Wen Yabao crouched on the railing of the second floor and looked down, and there was indeed no air on the sofa.

Without warning, the heartbeat "thumped" and became chaotic.

Just when Wen Yabao thought it was a false alarm, a piercing scream slammed her guard again.