Bringing Li Caiyi home

A flashback of a skinny and pale arm bent in a very unnatural way appeared in his mind. 

The owner of that hand had her head crushed beyond recognition, and the only way for Meng Renshu to believe it belonged to his wife was only the tiny mole on the back of her hand.

The same hand was buried under the bush now. The nightmare resurfaced, and he felt like something had sucked his life force away.

Meng Renshu was petrified on the spot. He wanted to go forward and check, but his body refused to cooperate. 

A sense of nausea followed shortly after, making him almost vomit on the spot. 

The recurring nightmare he had was turning into reality again right in front of him. With that scene in mind, he was too afraid to come closer and check.

"Xiaoyi, is that you? Please don't joke around like this." Meng Renshu said jokingly, but his voice shook uncontrollably. 

"Meow."