How Could a Mother's Love Possibly Be a Trap?

Eighteen-year-old melancholic girl Bai Yunxi X 36-year-old mommy Su Qingye

This story involves crime, pursuit, conspiracy, and the dark side of human nature. Please make sure you are emotionally prepared before reading. If you're looking for a lighthearted, pleasant reading experience, this book isn't for you. Consider yourself warned. I've added all the disclaimers, so you can't blame me. If you still do, then I'll curse you right back.

A Dayun truck's bumper slammed into Bai Yunxi's left hip.

She flew into the air.

Bai Yunxi felt the world suddenly grow light. Her schoolbag flew off, her phone slipped out of her pocket, and one sneaker caught on the curb. Her body turned more than halfway around in midair. From the corner of her eye, she saw the Dayun truck still sliding forward, its tires leaving two black streaks behind.

Her body hit the ground.

She could hear her ribs snap, like someone breaking a bundle of soaked chopsticks inside her chest. She tried to breathe, opening her mouth, but blood came first, welling up and clogging her throat.

The sky was gray.