Chapter 8 — filial drama

I calmly said: "You still have something." He raised his head to look at me, a bit of humble expectation suddenly appeared in his eyes. "What thing?" I told him every word clearly: "Retribution for killing your mother with your own hands." His face was completely pale. I didn't look at him again, turned around and left. From then on, we never met again.

The moment passed, but its meaning stayed with them. They moved forward carefully, carrying what they had learned and leaving the promise of tomorrow in their hands.

The moment passed, but its meaning stayed with them. They moved forward carefully, carrying what they had learned and leaving the promise of tomorrow in their hands.