"who?"
Wu Fei suddenly felt that the "that person" Fang Yanyan was talking about was the creator who created the little bug.
Fang Yanyan's eyes were bloodshot: "It's not enough that he sent me to hell, he even imprisoned Xiaohe's soul in hell as well!"
Seeing her excited expression, Wu Fei patiently asked, "Fang Yanyan, tell me, who is that person?"
Fang Yanyan was about to say something when the expression on her face suddenly became strange.
She opened her mouth, but a strange sound came out of it, as if it was stopped by some force.
“Ka-ka-ka…”
She suddenly made a mechanical sound and her eyes suddenly became dull.
"What happened to her?" Wu Fei was shocked.
"She must have been stopped from saying what she wanted to say by some force!" Xiao Chong said.
Wu Fei frowned and looked at Fang Yanyan: "How can I bring her back to the time and space where Fang Xiaohe existed?"
"You go forward and touch her, and I'll try to see if I can repair her!" Xiao Chong said.
Wu Fei immediately stepped forward and gently placed her hand on Fang Yanyan's head.
A slight electric current passed through her palm, giving Wu Fei a very wonderful feeling.
After a moment, Xiao Chong's voice came: "Try to talk to her, but don't mention that person again..."
Fang Yanyan in front of him looked like a person who had suffocated, gasping for breath, with a look on her face as if she had just survived death.
"Are you feeling better?"
Fang Yanyan recovered and looked at her: "What happened to me just now?"
"You...maybe you're having a seizure."
Fang Yanyan sat down on the ground with a tired look on her face, lowering her eyes, as if she was thinking about something.
"After Xiaohe died, I would write him a letter every year on his birthday and burn it for him..."
"His birthday is today... every year on New Year's Eve."
Fang Yanyan looked up at Wu Fei with a complicated expression, "Since you're from there, please pass this year's letter to him for me."
After saying that, she carefully took out a sealed envelope from her pocket and handed it to Wu Fei.
"If you hadn't come, I would have burned it for him before midnight."
Wu Fei looked at the elegant handwriting on the envelope and put it away carefully.
She suddenly thought of a question: "What Xiaohe wants is not the letter you write to him every year, but his mother!"
Xiaohe misses her very much!
Fang Yanyan opened her mouth, a helpless look in her eyes. After a while, she said, "I really want to go down and accompany him, but I have other family members, and they won't allow me to end my life for a child who died in infancy..."
The more Wu Fei listened, the more creepy she felt.
Could it be that Fang Yanyan's current space and time is the normal one, and the space and time where Fang Xiaohe exists is the underworld of this space and time?
So, the copy is equivalent to the legendary underworld?
All the hairs on Wu Fei's body stood up.
I thought it was just a supernatural game, but unexpectedly it was another form of life.
"Tell Xiaohe that I will definitely go down to find him. I hope he can forgive me, such an incompetent mother..."
"Can you tell me about Xiaohe's situation back then?" Wu Fei asked again.
Fang Yanyan wiped her tears and said, "I've been working as a kitchen helper in this mental hospital. I originally had no hope for life, but since I had Xiaohe, I've been trying to find a way to leave here and find a new job. I want to give Xiaohe a brand new life."
"But the reality is cruel. As a woman with a history of mental illness and no special skills, it's extremely difficult for me to survive in a normal social environment with a child..."
Fang Yanyan burst into tears as she spoke, "I really regret those six months I spent traveling with Xiaohe. I worked day and night, carrying him on my back, working in harsh conditions. As a result, he was exposed to the toxic air from the chemical plant and developed an eye disease..."
"Wow... I spent all my savings on Xiaohe's treatment, and was eventually kicked out of the hospital. I watched helplessly as he died in my arms..."
"He was so weak, so helpless. He didn't even have the chance to see all the beauty of this world before he passed away... I'm so sorry for him. I killed him..."
Hearing Fang Yanyan's heart-wrenching cry, Wu Fei felt a pang of pain in her nose and felt uncomfortable.
Fang Xiaohe has become a terrifying replica of a mental hospital, but who can empathize with what he experienced before his death?
"Xiao He died. I wanted to go with him, but my family found me and told me to live on, so I came back here..."
Wu Fei frowned: "Your family..."
"Well, I still have a father and a sister who are still alive, so I can't make them sad anymore..."
Wu Fei thought of a question: "If your father and sister cared about you so much, why didn't they lend you a helping hand when you took Xiaohe away from here?"
"And after Xiaohe left, if they really felt sorry for you, why would they let you come back here?" Wu Fei couldn't understand.
She herself was an abandoned child at the door of an orphanage and had no feelings for her indifferent family.
Fang Yanyan was stunned: "I... don't know!"
At this time, Xiao Chong said: "This should be the real purpose of Fang Xiaohe asking you to find Fang Yanyan!"
"What on earth were Fang Yanyan's so-called 'father and sister' thinking when they sent her here again, and used lies to keep her in this world?"
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