Jingmin anxiously reached out to chase after him.

But her figure became increasingly blurry.

No matter how fast he ran or how loudly he shouted, he could never touch her.

Her figure gradually blurred before his eyes.

Eventually disappeared.

It left behind a void of darkness.

He slumped to the ground, his heart filled with despair and emptiness, muttering to himself.

"She doesn't want me anymore, she really doesn't want me anymore..."

He huddled in a dark corner, his fingertips digging into his palms, suppressing a trembling sob.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared before my eyes—

Jing Min was startled and stared at her in astonishment.

Mother?

Isn't she already dead?

She gripped a blood-stained knife tightly in her hand, its tip deeply embedded in her father's woman's body.

Blood splattered like a fountain, staining her face red.

The mother showed no remorse whatsoever.

She turned to him coldly and said:

"Never fall in love with someone wholeheartedly, or you'll end up like me,"

"It has become unrecognizable,"

"I can't help... wanting to kill all my rivals in love!"

Her face was slightly distorted.

Then, Jingmin saw his mother driving a car, with his unconscious father in the passenger seat.

The car was going faster and faster, hurtling towards the edge of the cliff.

Jingmin struggled desperately to stop him.

But his legs seemed frozen and he couldn't move them.

A strange sense of relief appeared on the mother's face.

Her eyes were filled with determination.

Finally, the car sped towards the edge of the cliff, with no chance of recovery.

He suddenly opened his eyes, breathing rapidly.

The air was filled with the smell of medicine, and its effects gradually spread throughout the body.

It brought a wave of dizziness and disorientation.

"President Jing..."

"Mr. Jing, you're awake?"

"Mr. Jing...you're finally awake."