Yang Chan’s cloudy, aged eyes were instantly brimming with tears of pain, as if something had exploded in her mind, a deep sorrow pulling her confused consciousness back.

Her hand struggled to pull her back, that withered hand despaired as it reached forward, her body leaning over.

"Catlin!" the most painful cry burst from her mouth, it was her own daughter!

Catlin closed her eyes, feeling a body collide with hers, tightly embracing her. Catlin protected her belly, while Yang Chan held her from the side, cushioning her fall as they tumbled down the more than twenty-step spiral staircase.

Catlin was in a state of despair and panic, her hand...