"Candy?"
Tang Wan heard the people around her calling her name, but she felt as if she were trapped in an invisible membrane, unable to get out.
The people around her had already gone far away, and Tang Wan's gaze remained fixed on the photograph.
She could hear sounds, but she couldn't move.
The blurry photo only showed the woman's figure; her face was barely visible.
But Tang Wan automatically filled in the blanks with her image in her mind.
The woman's face wasn't very fair; she had round eyes and long, slightly wavy black hair.
He always wears gloves and is completely hidden in thick clothes.
She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a very pleasant and comfortable aura about her.
She makes you want to get close to her.
She would hold Tang Wan in her arms and call out to her in a clear, melodious voice, "Baby..."
—May my baby grow up healthy and strong. This world is wonderful, and I want you to see it too.
—Baby, isn't the scenery here beautiful? It's like spring all year round here, and there are different flowers in each season, all vying for spring's favor.
—Baby, Mommy loves you so much.
—Baby, Mommy is sorry. You should have had a wonderful childhood.
—Tangtang, don't make a sound. You're a good girl. Promise Mommy you won't talk.
—Mom loves you.
—Mommy loves you so much, my baby.
—I'm sorry, my darling.
Tang Wan felt a suffocating sensation spreading from her heart.
Ouch!
It felt like someone was stabbing a nail into my heart.
The pain was so intense that tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
She reached out, trying to grab the blurry photo.
She remembered...
That is...
That's Mom!
It's Mom!
The person whose face was disfigured by sulfuric acid in my memory was my mother!
"Ah!" Tang Wan opened her mouth, letting out a hoarse and painful sound from her throat.
"Ahh!"
Mom, her mom!
Her mother had already left when she lost her memory.
She doesn't have a mother anymore!
Seeing the little one suddenly break down in tears, Si Enzhi was afraid that she would hurt herself if she acted too excitedly. She carefully hugged Tang Wan and comforted her, "Tangtang? Don't cry, Tangtang."
Tang Wan seemed deaf to everything else, her eyes fixed only on the photograph.
Seeing this, Si Huai let go of her hand, intending to hand the photo to Tang Wan.
But Tang Wan couldn't even endure that little bit of time.
She stretched out her hands and desperately tried to grab the blanket covering Si Huai, struggling to climb onto the bed.
Tears streamed down her small, delicate face as she clutched the photograph tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.
It's my mom!
Tang Wan tried to open her mouth, wanting to call out to her.
But when she opened her mouth, only whimpering sounds came out of her throat; she couldn't utter a sound.
Mother……
my mom……
She held the photo as if it were her only source of warmth, and cried until she felt like she was about to break.
Si Enzhi had never seen this precocious child so distressed.
She turned her head away, her eyes red, so that Tang Wan wouldn't see her tears.
Even the usually aloof Si Huai felt a pang of pity.
They had also experienced life and death, but they could never get used to the pain of separation and death.
It's too bitter.
Few can bear the pain of losing their closest loved one.
Otherwise, why would Si Huai live like a walking corpse?
Isn't it because the person he loves most can't come back?
Fu Wenzhi walked out from the corner, hugged Tang Wan's still trembling body, and didn't say a word.
However, his eyes were somewhat fierce, and his gaze towards Si Huai carried a hint of hostility.
This is the second time.
This is the second time Si Huai has used Tang Wan.
The first time was when they sent Tang Wan to the prison to talk to Su Li.
The second time, they asked Tang Wan to confirm the identity of the woman in the photo.
At this moment, Fu Wenzhi truly felt some negative emotions.
But because of the little one in his arms, he suppressed those gloomy thoughts, simply wiped away Tang Wan's tears with a handkerchief, controlled his voice, and coaxed Tang Wan: "I, we'll stay with you."
So please don't cry.
The little baby in her arms was crying so hard that she opened her mouth but made no sound; only overwhelming sorrow was suffocating her.
Even someone as monstrous as Fu Wenzhi, with his extremely low empathy, could sense her sadness.
An unprecedented despair was contained within her small body.
The figure she had been searching for for so many years had long since died in the city where spring reigns all year round.
While she was suffering from amnesia, her mother became nourishment for the flower of evil. The filthy mud devoured her mother's body, and her mother's soul dissipated in the darkness, never to return to the sunlight.
All that remains is a video where the face is obscured, and a vibrant Tang Wan, a continuation of her life.
But Tang Wan received a positive answer.
She wasn't an unpopular child.
Her mother loved her very much.
But she no longer has a mother.
Tang Wan was so heartbroken that she fainted while taking a breath.
Si Enzhi wanted to go forward and pick up Tang Wan, but she saw Fu Wenzhi's somewhat fierce expression.
She glanced at her somewhat guilty son, then at the angry Fu Wenzhi, and as if she understood something, withdrew her hand.
Her eyes were filled with anger, and she was trembling with rage.
"Si Huai! Is this how I taught you?"
"Who gave you permission to use these schemes against children!"
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