Lin Yixun had a very, very long dream. In the dream, she seemed to have returned to her childhood. In an independent small courtyard, she wore a princess dress and sat on a swing. Behind the swing was a big hand. Every time she descended from a height to the lowest point, the big hand would push her hard, sending her back up. "Higher, higher!" She laughed joyously, only wishing to be thrown higher by the swing. "This is the highest already, mommy can’t push anymore." "Hmph, didn’t mommy say she was Superwoman? Isn’t Superwoman very strong?" Thɪs chapter is updated by novel·fire·net "Even Superwoman gets tired. Superwoman needs to rest now." At that moment, the dream’s scene suddenly changed. The flowers and plants in the small courtyard withered instantly. The once vibrant courtyard became desolate, and her mother suddenly aged a lot. She wore a blue-striped hospital gown, yet her face still bore a kind smile, just as it did in the old days. "Mom, you woke up?" Lin Yixun’s heart leaped with joy, and she opened her arms to hug her. But at that moment, a stream of fresh blood trickled down along Lin’s mother’s hairline from her cheek. Seeing Lin’s mother’s body waver before her eyes, Lin Yixun’s heart tightened. She reached out to grab her, but the moment her fingers touched Lin’s mother’s body, they passed through as though she wasn’t there. Lin Yixun stared in disbelief at her empty hands and then looked at Lin’s mother, who smiled gently at her. "Yixun, I have to go." "Mom, where are you going?" "To a very, very far place." "Mom, don’t you want me anymore?" "Silly child, how could mommy not want you? Mommy is just going to another place. Yixun, you must remember, no matter where mommy is, she will always be with you." Watching Lin’s mother walk away step by step, Lin Yixun reached out, wanting to grab her, but could grasp nothing. She could only watch helplessly as her mother drifted further away, unable to do anything. "No, don’t leave me. No, don’t leave me!" Sister Yi felt heartache seeing Lin Yixun talking nonsense, cold sweat running down her forehead. Before, Sister Yi had looked down on Lin Yixun because she had interfered between the gentleman and Miss Cheng. Although she treated her respectfully on the surface, deep down, she despised her. Such a young girl, why choose to be someone else’s mistress? However, after spending some time with Lin Yixun, Sister Yi realized that she was different from those vanity-loving women outside. She didn’t like wearing branded clothes, nor did she care for luxury goods. She even ignored the gentleman most of the time. At the Half Mountain Villa, she seemed very unhappy. A smile rarely appeared on her thin face. Sister Yi did not know why Lin Yixun was so morose, but seeing her grow thinner each day with increasingly dim eyes, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She thought, perhaps Miss Lin stayed with the gentleman out of some unavoidable reason. After all, as a servant, she had no right or ability to meddle in the master’s affairs. All she could do was be kind to Lin Yixun, making her suffer a little less. In the dream, Lin Yixun found herself in a fog, searching everywhere for her mother’s figure, but couldn’t find her. In her anxiousness, she heard a familiar voice calling. "Miss Lin, wake up, please wake up; Miss Lin, wake up!" Lin Yixun didn’t want to listen, but that voice seemed to have a magical power, pulling her in a certain direction. A sudden bright light flashed before her eyes, startling her awake instantly. White walls, white sheets, and doctors in white coats. Her pupils slowly regained focus, and only then did she realize that she was in a large hospital room. "Miss Lin, you’re finally awake. Just now, you were unconscious, and it scared us to death." Sister Yi was about to get up and call Leng Yixiu to tell him that Lin Yixun had woken, but Lin Yixun grabbed her arm and urgently asked, "Where’s my mom, Sister Yi, where’s my mom?" "Your mother... she... I’m not sure either." Sister Yi lowered her eyes, avoiding Lin Yixun’s gaze, and said softly. Lin Yixun immediately felt something was off. She reached out to pull the IV needle from her hand and lifted the quilt, ready to get out of bed. Sister Yi’s heart tightened, and she hurried to stop her. "Miss Lin, you’re very weak right now, you can’t get out of bed." Lin Yixun was too preoccupied to care about anything else. She didn’t know where she got the strength from, but she forcefully shook off Sister Yi, got out of bed, and murmured, "No, I have to find her! Without me by her side, no one is there to talk with her or keep her company. She must be so bored!" Lin Yixun insisted on leaving, and Sister Yi couldn’t stop her no matter what. The doctors and nurses in the ward, constrained by Lin Yixun’s identity, didn’t dare to intervene. Sister Yi had no choice but to follow Lin Yixun out of the ward, saying as she trailed behind her, "Miss Lin, to find your mother, you need to know where she is first." Lin Yixun suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Sister Yi, "Do you know where my mom is?" "This..." Sister Yi lowered her head, a bit distressed. The gentleman had repeatedly instructed not to tell Miss Lin where her mother was until noon. Seeing Sister Yi hesitate, Lin Yixun pressed on, "Sister Yi, you know where my mom is, don’t you?" "Your mother... she... she’s at the crematorium now." Seeing Lin Yixun’s face turn deathly pale, looking ashen as a corpse, Sister Yi instantly regretted it. She should have followed the gentleman’s instructions and not told Miss Lin. But where in the world is there a remedy for regret? Watching Lin Yixun rushing out of Shengde, hailing a taxi on the road and heading straight for the suburban crematorium, Sister Yi gazed at the departing taxi, anxiously called Leng Yixiu, and nervously narrated what had just happened. "Why didn’t you follow her?" the man asked with a frown. "Miss Lin moved too fast, I couldn’t keep up, but I noted the taxi’s license plate number." "Okay, I understand. Send me the license plate number." Leng Yixiu hung up the phone with a stern face and then asked Assistant Chen to check that taxi. The cab was indeed heading towards the crematorium. The man lit a cigarette, leaning against the cold wall and took a deep drag. He didn’t have anyone stop the car because what was meant to happen would eventually happen. When Lin Yixun arrived at the crematorium, she saw Leng Yixiu and his group in the lobby at the entrance. She strode forward, walking up to Leng Yixiu, and coldly asked, "Where’s my mom?"