His own mother,
No,
to be precise,
that woman,
had come back?
For a moment, Mr. Su Bai felt a chill creep up his spine, but what followed wasn't fear, but an engraved bone-deep cold, and underneath the icy layer, a raging flame of anger burned fiercely!
Images from those two photographs were uncontrollably surfacing in his mind, as well as the scene of himself as an infant, being rinsed in the sink of a hospital restroom with tap water.
In that glass incubator, he floated inside, watching the scrolls of paintings turning page by page, where he had spent his "wonderful childhood."
The fat guy once joked with Mr. Su Bai, claiming his life goals were clear, the first, to kill his mother, the second, to kill his father, and the third, to kill his true self.
But even the fat guy didn't laugh after making such a joke tinged with teasing, because it was, indeed, too profound and too heavy.
