Book 5: Chapter 8
I silently placed my fork and knife down, and then I looked at om who was opposite me sobbing softly.
I smiled helplessly and said, “Mom, I’m just making a trip to the small village. You don’t have to be so worried about me. Instead, I’m worried about you in the north, mom. Be careful, mom, it isn’t too peaceful up north after all.”
Mom raised her head, and I noticed her eyes were teary. She then smiled and said, “Son, you don’t have to be worried about mommy. Mommy will be fine. You’re the one who will be in danger. If they really are illegally trafficking elves, they definitely won’t be unarmed. Promise mommy that if there is danger, ignore everything and just run.”
“Mom…”
Mom leapt across the table in a slightly aggressive way, pressed both hands on my shoulders and anxiously demanded, “Promise mommy!”
Mom’s jugs were bouncing right in front of me. I looked at the mounds of white flesh blankly. I think it’s too awkward for me to be staring at mom’s jugs when the mood is serious. But mom didn’t care. Her eyes were full of anxiety.
I looked at mom and nodded, “All right, mom.”
Mom retreated afterwards. Though I promised mom, she didn’t look like she was appeased at all.
She wiped her tears and spoke in a hoarse voice, “Mommy really doesn’t want to let you go, but mommy knows that mommy can’t stop you. It’s just that mommy wants you to cherish yourself and not be so focused on enacting justice. Mommy… Mommy is begging you… No matter what happens, even if you must kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, think about mommy. Think about mommy.”