656 Trust
Yarin's POV:
Aunt Dorothy wanted to say sothing but was interrupted by a voice.
"When a child grows up, it makes us parents happy and distressed, doesn't it?"
We looked at the door. My mom had arrived at so point. She stood at the door, looking at with relief and nostalgia.
"Selma." Aunt Dorothy covered her forehead with her hand. "Don't tell you're going to stir trouble with the child."
My mom laughed, "How can this be called stirring trouble? Think about the past. When you and I were teenagers, we did many ridiculous things, didn't we? Perhaps this is the path every child has to go through, and the obstruction of their parents is also a hurdle they have to overco."
"That's different. We were already adults then, and Yarin is only a twelve-year-old child. I don't deny that he's different, but this can't make up for his immaturity."
"Maturity is never determined by age. Darling, sotis, conceited adults like us should listen to our children's thoughts."
My mom walked over. She still slled of grass and trees on her as she walked through the grass.
Under Aunt Dorothy's disapproving gaze, my mom bent down and looked at at eye level. She asked, "Have you thought about it? Yarin, this isn't like the simulation training at ho. It's even more difficult to replicate your good luck last ti. Are you really ready to face a group of vicious criminals, their cruelty and anti-society, and the other reality that might change your worldview?"
Her words were calm and without any hint of temptation or threat. Her tone was calm, and her gaze was gentle as if she was asking for the nu for breakfast today.
However, every word from her mouth was cold and sharp. There was no need for any modification. Just the words themselves made people shudder.
I subconsciously guess what my mom was thinking. What did she want to say, and how should I approach things? Did she agree with ? Or was she trying to persuade otherwise tactfully? Did she think my decision was naive? Or did she respect the ambition and pride of a child?
My mom seed to be able to see through my thoughts. She said gently, "You don't have to guess what I think, and you don't have to guess what anyone else in this room thinks. It's all up to you. You can do whatever you want because no one can bear it for you. Comfort or danger, you have to make your own decision and take responsibility for it."
Yes, what I thought and did was my responsibility alone. I could listen to the guidance and suggestions of countless people. I could choose to advance or retreat for countless reasons. However, there was only one problem that I had to make a choice.
Lily was facing the unknown. Should I go, or should I retreat?
I already knew the answer.
So I didn't avoid looking back at my mom's eyes and replied firmly, "I hope to be able to participate in the rescue of Lily personally. I don't want to be brave or overestimate myself, but I think I'm responsible for this. I won't allow myself to be a coward."
After saying that, I beca nervous and closely observed any subtle changes in my mom's face. Her expressionless face made nervous. Would she agree? Would she be angry?
Just as I was feeling uneasy, my mom suddenly sighed.
"Like I said, parents are happy and sad when our children grow up." She smiled and patted my head. Then, she stood up and looked straight at . "Rember your words, responsibilities, and attitude. Ti will change everything. Back then, I sincerely hoped that you would not forget everything that happened today."
"... Mom?"
"Do what you want to do, Yarin. From now on, don't think of yourself as a child anymore. I agree to let you join the rescue operation."
I imdiately cheered and jumped up, "Really! Thank you, Mom!"
"But there is one thing I hope you can do your best to ensure your safety. For Lily, for Kara, for you."
I nodded in agreent. "I will, Mom. I will listen to your commands. I will never rashly put myself in danger."
Aunt Dorothy let out a loud sigh behind us.
My mom had co because of Lily's disappearance, and the fact that Lily of the Valley had openly infiltrated the sanatorium was a provocation. The werewolves could no longer tolerate it. While she led the investigation team to search for clues, Aunt Dorothy carved the incomplete spell runes for .
"There is a part of New Flow in this. It can protect and devour all the power to destroy the runes." She said, "But you must rember that once New Flow leaves your mother, its capacity is limited. It can't eliminate danger for you indefinitely, so you have to be careful, okay?
"I'll rember that, Aunt Dorothy. Thank you."
The engraving process went very smoothly. I didn't feel anything strange, which made a little disappointed. It was different from what was written in fantasy novels!
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