Mo Hua asked, "What kind of person was your mother?"
Shuisheng looked somewhat guarded. He glanced at Mo Hua, but seeing the clarity in his eyes and the gentleness in his expression, with neither mockery nor ridicule, he slowly said:
"My mother... her status was not good..."
The matter of a woman from a brothel was somewhat hard for him to speak of.
"I know that. She came from poverty, and she had no choice..." Mo Hua added. "Other than that?"
Shuisheng froze, then let out a breath. A smile and longing appeared on his face.
"My mother treated me very well!"
"She made Hundred Flower Pastry and Crystal Pork Knuckle for me."
"She looked beautiful when she smiled, spoke very gently, and liked to stroke my head..."
Shuisheng spoke in scattered fragments about many little moments from his life with his mother.
Those might have been his only warm memories from childhood.
That was why when Shuisheng spoke of his mother, his eyes and brows carried a smile, innocent and full of yearning.
"What about your father?"
Shuisheng's face immediately fell, and there was even a trace of disdain in his expression.
It was as though his father was not worthy of being compared with his mother at all.
"I... Master, he..."
He was even unwilling to call Elder Su "Father."
Shuisheng said, "He puts on airs..."
"He knows everything, yet he never tells me anything. He thinks I don't know."
"I actually know everything, but since he won't tell me, I won't tell him anything either..."
Mo Hua inwardly grumbled:
You two really are father and son...
Both of them knew perfectly well, yet pretended to be confused. They knew in their hearts, but neither said a word.
"Master also wants me to learn Array Techniques..."
Shuisheng