After Her First Love’s Son Turned Her into a Statue, the Mother Regretted It Furiously

Six years ago, I came top in the provincial college entrance exams. But on the very day my acceptance letter from a top university arrived, Zhang Shule, the son my mother had adopted, killed me. He deliberately left his electric scooter charging in the living room. When it caught fire in the middle of the night, he ran out of the house alone, then locked me inside my room from the outside. I burned to death. But he told my mother that I had deliberately blocked the door to stop him from escaping, and that he had fled because the fire was growing too intense. From then on, my name was “monster.” My mother even personally asked her superiors to issue a nationwide wanted notice for me. Six years later, a statue used by students to practice sketching at my mother's art studio suddenly collapsed. When its arm broke off, part of a human bone covered in a foul-smelling substance fell out. It was me.