Lin Tingfeng sighed and said softly to her, "Those are all childhood nightmares replaying in my dreams. When my mother wasn't having an episode, she was the best mother in the world. She loved me very much, but when she had an episode, she was terrifying. She didn't recognize me at all, sometimes even mistaking me for my father, and only wanted to kill me. Once my mother had an episode, I would start hiding. The place I hid most often was under the bed, you know, Xiaoyu. Hiding under the bed, with my eyes wide open, my mother couldn't find me, but you could see her feet pacing back and forth through the sheets. She would be holding a knife, calling my name in a neurotic, soft voice. You knew she was in the room, you knew she would find you quickly in the next second and then raise the knife at you! Once, she found me hiding in the closet, and she chopped down with a kitchen knife, injuring my arm. Another time, she found me hiding behind the door, and she chopped down with a kitchen knife, injuring my thigh. So every time she had an episode, I was terrified—"

Hearing this, Ye Wenyu felt extremely distressed. Her face turned ashen, and her blood seemed to stop flowing. She thought about how incredibly difficult it was for Lin Tingfeng to have grown up in such a terrible environment.

Lin Tingfeng smiled slightly, but that smile made Ye Wenyu feel uneasy.

He seemed to sense her fear and suddenly said lightly, "But later I went through the initial period of terror and gradually calmed down. I was no longer terrified and gained experience in running away and hiding. When my mother had a bout of madness, I was able to successfully escape and keep my life safe. Xiaoyu, isn't that interesting?"