He didn't believe it. When the doctor asked him what his name was, where he lived, and how his family members contacted him, he was still immersed in a huge blow, so that they mistakenly thought he was a frightened child who couldn't remember his home address.

After raising him in the hospital for two days, he was taken to the present mother by the doctor. He watched her kneel in front of his son's body, as if he had lost his soul. When he thought of his mother, he subconsciously called him "Mom", but in fact he was not calling her."

But she mistakenly thought it was calling her. She seemed to have found something and hugged him tightly. She obviously had a stinking smell of corpse on her body, but he was not disgusted at all. Instead, she felt that her floating heart finally had a place to rely on.

What happened later? In fact, he couldn't remember clearly. He only knew that he had become her child for no reason. She couldn't live without herself for a moment. As long as she opened her eyes, she would lose control of her emotions and would be so serious that she would be self-harm.

But he was not her child. He finally stopped being confused. He ran back to his home, where there was nothing. Everyone was talking about his mother's death from electric shock and where he went.

He was confused and scared, and felt that the world was so strange. He wandered aimlessly on the street and unknowingly returned to this place that was not his home. He saw this mother who collapsed and held a broken porcelain bottle and was not allowed to approach anyone.

She was covered in blood and didn't feel any pain when she stepped on the broken porcelain bottle. She held the fragments in her hand, guarding everyone.

It was not until my aunt pushed him in front of her that she threw away everything and held him in her arms with blood.

He was a little scared, bloody, very much like the slaughterhouse. He had nightmares every night. He felt that life was so painful. He had no mother, no relatives, nothing, and lingering nightmares.

He doesn't want to live...

During that time, in the luxurious residence, a mother and son with abnormal mental health were like frightened deer, snuggling with each other, warming each other, and tormenting each other.

Later, he gradually calmed down. In fact, he gradually split his personality and hated his personality. He felt like a unique monster. Even the sun was afraid of the sun. He began a new self-torture.

"Yimo, can you say something to your mother?" Xu Yimo's thoughts were pulled back by Mrs. Xu's choked voice.

He turned his head slightly, looked at her red eyes, tears rolling inside, looking at his eyes so cautious and sad, he felt a little painful, and raised his hand and gently stroked the corner of her eyes, his voice was dull: "Mom..."

"Yi Mo." Mrs. Xu pressed his hand and pressed it on her face, and finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

She cried, but felt relieved. He was willing to speak and knew that he felt sorry for him.

After shouting this, Xu Yimo felt less awkward. He forced a little smile: "Go back to sleep, you are too haggard, I feel distressed when I look at it."
Chapter completed!