While listening to his mother's recount of the memories, Xiao Zhihao's hands couldn't stop trembling, and he had to keep them beneath the pillow that his head was lying on in order not to let his mother know what he was feeling.
It felt like her mother was telling him a horror story; something terrible that befell someone else and not her or Xiao Yunjie's past.
He tried his best to contain himself. However, his voice still betrayed him when he stuttered, "M-Mum... That's... That's not you, right? Please tell me that's not you..."
He wanted to reach out and hold his mother, but he was afraid that he would only make her worry, especially with how his hands were trembling at the moment. When he said he wanted to know more about his parents, to know the truth about them, he did not expect this to the truth, and he wondered what he had stumbled into right now.