Bai Meiyue ran right towards the corner where the teddy bear was lying. She snatched it from the floor with trembling fingers, and when the tips of her fingers rubbed against the once soft fabric, she could sense that it had turned coarse and hard.
But when her eyes darted to the specks of blood and flesh that were sticking to the soft fabric, Bai Meiyue knew that it wasn't due to the long period of negligence that had turned the fabric so prickly.
"No…no…" Bai Meiyue refused to believe that the blood and the small pieces of flesh belonged to her son. There was no way her little Cai was gone. Her son was so obedient and loving; he loved his mother so much—how could he bear to leave her?
This blood didn't belong to her son. No, it couldn't belong to her son; however, just as she was filled with a strong sense of denial, her fingers rubbed against something hard. Startled, Bai Meiyue turned the teddy bear around to see what had nudged against her fingers.
Clatter.
