Jalle Island: Giving Him a Taste of His Own Medicine / Jalle Island: A Mother's Love Makes Her Strong

After the age of six, he had never cried again. No matter how much he suffered, how viciously he was cursed at, or how brutally he was beaten, he never shed a tear.

"If I died, would it still hurt this much?" Little Lin Mo clenched his teeth, wiped the tears from his face, and looked up at the stars again, quietly asking a question no one could answer.

Lin Mo watched Little Lin Mo with an aching heart.

Suddenly, Little Lin Mo stood up on the windowsill, closed his eyes, spread his arms, and tipped forward.

Lin Mo immediately rushed over and caught Little Lin Mo's hand. To his own disbelief, he actually managed to pull him back.

"What's going on?" Lin Mo asked in astonishment.

Little Lin Mo was startled too. He immediately looked back, but saw nothing.

Lin Mo tried asking him another question. "Can you hear me?"

A flicker of fear crossed Little Lin Mo's eyes, but he quickly calmed down. "Even a ghost wants to save me."

Lin Mo fell silent for a moment, then asked, "Are you scared?"

Little Lin Mo shook his head. "No."

Now Lin Mo was even more certain that although Little Lin Mo couldn't see him, he could hear his voice.

Without giving it much thought, he continued, "You can't die."

Little Lin Mo asked blankly, "Why? If living hurts this much, why should I keep going? I don't have a future."

"No," Lin Mo continued. "You do."

"I don't believe you."

"You have to."

"Why? Who are you?"

"I'm..." Lin Mo paused briefly, then said it anyway. "I'm your future self."

Disbelief flashed through Little Lin Mo's eyes, but he quickly calmed down again. "You're lying."

"I'm not lying, and I won't lie to you," Lin Mo continued. "Everything