Chapter 2

My mother was the only contact on the old flip phone she gave me.

For ten years, I sent her countless messages, but they all sank without a trace.

I cut off all contact with my family, but fortunately, it allowed me to concentrate on my studies.

That day, I was experimenting in the lab.

My phone suddenly vibrated. It was my mother!

My fingers trembled as I clicked into the message, only to see—

[Mom is dead.]

[She said she wouldn't let you come back.]

[You can call me at 10 p.m. if you have any questions.]

I froze on the spot.

My impression of my mother was still from that night four years ago.

Her face in my mind was already blurred.

I only remembered she waved at me with a smile and tears in her eyes, urging me to run fast.