A Esposa Reencarnada e o Filho: Caminhando com a Brisa da Primavera

In a small room cluttered with broken tables and tattered mats, a woman and a child knelt facing each other.

“Mother! Mother! I promise I’ll listen to you from now on, I’m scared!”

The boy clutched at the rope looped around his neck, trembling, tears and snot streaming down his small face. At only six years old, he had no understanding of the conflicts among adults—he only knew that his usually distant mother was now terrifying.

“My child, don’t blame me for being cruel. It’s your father who no longer wants us.

He’s about to marry a noblewoman from a powerful family. The two of us would only be a burden to him and hinder his future!”

The young woman’s face was ashen, her eyes blank as she muttered to herself. She knew that by causing such a scene, all ties with the man were irreparably severed.

Without him, she was left with nothing. Just as others had said, she was shameless, a worthless woman clinging to a man who no longer cared—she might as well end it all.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gazed at the innocence on her child’s face, her heart a tangled mess of regret—chief among it, the remorse for having brought him into the world only for him to suffer.

Her tears soaked her collar as she murmured words the boy could not comprehend, tightening and loosening the rope over and over, unable to bring herself to carry it through.

Suddenly she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head and everything went black...

It was unclear how much time had passed before the door was flung open with a crash and a wo