She held the water cup, her gaze somewhat wandering, as if recalling a nightmare that left him lingering with fear,
"I dreamt of your dad outside, pitch black, unable to find his way home, always calling my name...
After I woke up, I felt terribly uneasy in my heart, couldn't sleep, couldn't stay lying down, so... so I went out around our place to look for your dad."
Feng Mu's heart uncontrollably tightened abruptly; an indescribable sense of horror swept across his spine, and he almost blurted out:
"Mom, did you find..."
As soon as the words escaped his mouth halfway, he forcibly stopped.
Feng Mu felt he must have momentarily lost his mind to have asked such a foolish and absurd question.
Feng Ju had been dead for a long time, with not even a head remaining, shattered into fragments; how could his mother possibly find him? Or where to search?
