The Mad Female

Just a moment ago, Na’er Xiu had almost succumbed to the temptation. At that moment, another cold and detached voice resounded in his mind—the voice of Na’er Mo.

"Have you forgotten about Mother?"

Na’er Mo's words jolted Na’er Xiu's spirit. He nearly withdrew his hand instantly, his lips tightly pressed together.

Mother...

It was truly a strange and distant term to him...

In his mind, a scene seemed to materialize—within the lush and vivid flower sea, a wild and disheveled red-haired female ran out.

She appeared to be out of her senses, tearing her precious and beautiful gemstone necklace into fragments and scattering them on the ground.

Even her once beautiful dress was now tattered, revealing part of her chest. She danced in the midst of the flower sea, but sadly, there was no one there to witness her dance.

That mad female was their mother.