Your eyes widened as you stared at the photos. It was the picture of the murder case two years ago. Your hands started to shake and you were breathing heavily. *No…this can’t be…No…this can’t be Wu Xiu Hua…this can’t be that lady…* you stood up and fell onto the floor. You still remember very clearly that very day. The scene kept replaying in your head. You clutched onto your head and shook it furiously. “No…No…Don’t…don’t please…leave her alone.” You trembled.

Kris stepped into the room and furrowed his brows. “Who’s there?” he sternly spoke. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked up. Kris stepped closer and blinked in surprise to see you. “W-what are you doing in here?” he asked. You didn’t answer and kept trembling. Kris turned worried now. He bent down and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Y-you ok?” he stuttered. You looked into his eyes and spoke softly “w-w-who i-is she to y-you?” you pointed to the desk where the photo booklet lay.

Kris looked up and saw the booklet, his eyes widened. “Who tell you, you can look at my stuff?!” he angrily scowled. “Answer my question…please…” he softened at your expression. “She is…my mama.” He swallowed hard. You looked up at him with wide eyes and your lips trembled. “Y-y-you’re h-her s-son?” you blinked continuously. “What’s wrong?” Kris looked at you in concerned.

“You were the one I called two years ago? Your mama, Wu Xiu Hua…died two years ago….right?” you exhaled heavily. Kris looked at you and furrowed one