Ling Chuxia's mind was in utter disarray, with a thick fog clouding her vision. She wandered aimlessly through the mist, unable to see the end or know where she was.
"Mommy... mommy—"
A child's crisp, ethereal voice suddenly rang in her ears, causing Ling Chuxia's heart to tremble violently, and she unconsciously widened her eyes.
Who was calling for mommy? Was it her child? Was her child calling for her?
She frantically searched around, eager to find her child, but the persistent fog obscured her vision—she could see nothing, and her heart twisted with anxiety, "Baby, where are you? Mommy is here, please come out...!"
"Mommy, goodbye, mommy goodbye!" The voice by her ear gradually faded away, from clear to blurred, and Ling Chuxia couldn't locate the child. She ran as hard as she could, trying desperately to find her child, "Baby, don't go, don't go! Baby—"
Ling Chuxia screamed loudly, and her eyes flew open.
