Chapter 587: My child is my child and nothing else
Mother always had this kind, serene look on her face—the kind of face you would expect to see on any mother facing their child. A generous smile on her lips, and the smell of sunshine and flowers reminded you of happy times in life.
That was Mother. That was how I always remembered her.
But at that moment, she had a sad look on her face. A slight frown, downturned eyes tinged with guilt, and no smile was on her lips. Just a straight line, pressed stiffly.
"Am I delusional?!" I screamed, because I was more angry than scared at that point.
She looked at me with a sigh and closed her eyes. "...No, you’re not."
I had been questioning myself over and over again on the way, to the point of almost believing that I was the crazy one.
What if I was the crazy one? What if, like Natha said, I was just imagining things? What if this was just me going crazy and being delusional?
I was so terrified and tired of my own mind, with no one to tell me whether I was right or wrong. Naturally, asking my companions would be useless because our bond would make them think that what I saw and thought was the truth.
But when I found the answer, I couldn’t even feel relieved.
Hah! Should I laugh? Should I cry? Should I feel happy that it wasn’t just my hunch?
No. I feel even more terrified.