When he came to his senses, he was standing in the dark, narrow hallway of the apartment building.
One more step and he would be past the door to Room 209. If he reached out, he could touch the TV screen.
Sweat, gasps, a daze, the dull ache on his face, and tears... His limbs felt weak. He dazedly lifted his head and glanced at the screen.
His mother had just been dragged inside. The car door slammed shut with a BANG.
The woman who had acted as bait hurriedly got into the car. Soon, it was speeding away.
On the silent, endless highway stretching between heaven and earth, only his mother's car remained, parked by the roadside. Its door was ajar, and it was empty. Fu Tailan was not inside.
He had clearly rushed over just now.
He hadn't listened. He had made his choice. But just as Fu Tailan charged forward, something tripped him. He stumbled, and by the time he regained his balance, he was once again looking at the apartment hallway.
