The next moment, he passed right through the woman's body.

He grabbed nothing.

"Silly child," the woman smiled gently, "Your mother is dead, you can't touch her."

As the woman spoke, her eyes darkened.

The moment she saw her son, she wanted to hug him, but she just walked right through his body.

Just as she couldn't touch her son, her son couldn't touch her either.

The two are now separated by death.

"Mom!" The wind chilled his crotch and bottom, and he pouted, on the verge of tears again, but in the end he didn't cry: "I'm sorry! Mom! If I had known you would do this, I wouldn't, I wouldn't..."

The woman sighed, "Silly child! What's there to apologize for! It's my fault. I knew you didn't like that kind of chicken cutlet, but I made it for you just to save time. It's just a pity that I can't take care of you anymore. You have to take good care of yourself, okay?"

As the woman spoke, she gently patted her head, which was feeling cool from the wind blowing on her crotch and bottom.

But that hand still passed through his body, where the wind blew against his crotch and his buttocks felt cold.

The woman sighed again, but couldn't help smiling gently as she instructed her son, "You're 24 this year, all grown up, a real adult now. Mom will have to go eventually, it's just a pity I won't be able to see you get married, have children, and hold your grandchildren. Alright, don't be sad, Mom doesn't blame you! Mom's bank card is in the drawer, the PIN is the last six digits of your birthday, that's my savings for your future wife. Oh, and by the way, there are three properties in the wardrobe drawer, originally intended for you when you got married. Now you'll have to keep them yourself."