Chapter 147 Coma Ii

• Was this a dream? If it was, then he could tag it as a nightmare he would love to wake up from. He didn't like the dream. Why would he have a dream where he is made to stare at the dead body of the one woman who was the only mother he had. He didn't like the dream, and he would like to wake up anytime from now.
• His hands slowly went down to curb her face, and the moment he felt her cold skin in his hand, his voice that had been stolen a minute ago instantly came back. And his heart squeezed up.
• "Hahhh," his voice wavered and he shook his head "Noooo, p-please. Please it can't be... you can't be here." His tear fell and as soon as his second hand touched her other cheek, the reality hit him hard and he broke down in tears "Mommm!"