After the car accident, my mother's temperament changed drastically, and there was a purple notebook stained with jasmine at home.
Before going to bed every night, she wrote down "tomorrow's rules" by hand: no knocking on the door after nine o'clock, milk must be drunk, and no boys allowed to be alone for more than ten minutes. Violators will have arms twice as long extending from the crack in the door, shadows will stand on their own, and substitutes will cough up blood and go crazy on your behalf.
Lin Niannian counted the "settlement day" at the end of the month in fear, but found that this cold and twisted "mother" still remembered that she did not eat coriander, remembered all her allergens, and used long arms to form a cage to protect her sleep on thunderstorm nights.
When the childhood sweetheart opened the death file, when the mother hung upside down on the ceiling to write the contract, and when the twelve-minute moonlight night came, Lin Niannian finally touched the cracks of the truth: The last page of the book of rules said that the real protection is never the bondage, but someone who died twice for you, once in body and once in soul, just to bet that you could live to be eighteen safely.
This is not a ghost story, this is a paradox about obsession: when mother becomes a monster, when rules become love letters, do you dare to voluntarily step into an eternal contract in order to embrace that cold shadow again?
Suspense and horror × ultimate maternal love × taboo bond, before turning to the first page, please make sure there is no shadow standing behind you that is counting the time.
Reader comments
I finished the second volume in one go, feeling so panicked that I couldn't help but want to scream - this book is so amazing.
On the surface it is suspenseful and thrilling, but at its core it is the most heart-wrenching maternal love. My mother's "rules" are not constraints, but a wall built with her own flesh and blood; the sweetness of strawberries awakens her remaining humanity; every time the countdown in the mirror jumps by one day, my heart tightens. The author writes the bond between mother and daughter so painfully - she turns into a monster and has to protect you, and you break the rules just to confirm that she is still there.
The sense of suspense is full, from blood oozing from the purple notebook to the bones under the bed, layer by layer, the reversal is unexpected. But the most touching thing is not those high-energy scenes, but the moment when my mother tremblingly wrote "worth it".
There are tears, brain-burning, and warmth. If you like the suspense and family love of "Lord of the Mystery", this book will definitely be a worthwhile investment.
I finished the second volume in one go, feeling so panicked that I couldn't help but want to scream - this book is so amazing. On the surface it is suspenseful and thrilling, but at its core it is the most heart-wrenching maternal love. My mother's "rules" are not constraints, but a wall built with her own flesh and blood; the sweetness of strawberries awakens her remaining humanity; every time the countdown in the mirror jumps by one day, my heart tightens. The author writes the bond between mother and daughter so painfully - she turns into a monster and has to protect you, and you break the rules just to confirm that she is still there. The sense of suspense is full, from blood oozing from the purple notebook to the bones under the bed, layer by layer, the reversal is unexpected. But the most touching thing is not those high-energy scenes, but the moment when my mother tremblingly wrote "worth it". There are tears, brain-burning, and warmth. If you like the suspense and family love of "Lord of the Mystery", this book will definitely be a worthwhile investment.