Qin Yu didn't answer; the nightmare originated from that car accident, to be precise, from that face shattered by the impact.
It was the first time he had witnessed someone die so horrifically up close—the blood splattered on his face and, since then, those bloody images frequently haunted his dreams.
Ironically, the real cause of the car accident was a severed brake line, and the main culprit was the person who died the most tragically.
His mother, the orchestrator of the accident, intended to take him and his father with her. Death wasn't a release for her but a twisted form of revenge.
Yet, for some reason, at the moment of the accident, she suddenly shielded him with her body.
That was how he survived.
The sole survivor of the accident—was it fate's favor, or a moment of mercy from the executioner on the brink of death?
Qin Yu never understood why that woman, who had babbled about hating him for over a decade, saved him.
