"Actually, my wife surprised me a little."
Father Hua suddenly teased Mother Hua. "I thought you'd call him ridiculous as soon as our son mentioned monsters."
"Every time I told you about feng shui, you never seemed to like it, did you? You'd always look displeased."
"And you were always warning me not to spread feudal superstitions."
"But even after our son finished telling his story, you still didn't react at all."
"Sure enough, our son gets special treatment."
Father Hua sounded a little sour.
Mother Hua's silence puzzled Father Hua. "What's wrong? I was only joking."
"Are you angry?"
"Huh?"
Mother Hua came back to herself.
She looked at Father Hua with a dazed expression.
Father Hua: ...
His brows furrowed slightly.
Mother Hua suddenly snapped out of it.
She shook her head. "No."
"I'm not angry."
"I just..."
Mother Hua pressed her lips together. "I think I remembered something."
"Remembered something?"
Father Hua relaxed a little, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You think?"
"Does that mean you remembered it or not?"
Mother Hua looked conflicted.
"What is it?"
Father Hua rarely saw her make such a face. "Is it important?"
"If it isn't, don't force yourself to remember."
"Maybe it'll come back to you naturally sometime later."
"It happened when I was very little."
Mother Hua murmured, "After all these years, I thought I'd already forgotten about it."
"But yesterday, when I heard our son talk about monsters, I suddenly remembered."
It was as if the threads binding a long-sealed scroll had loosened a little, revealing a glimpse of the painting inside.
But yesterday, she'd been focused on her son the whole time and hadn't given it any more thought.
Now, listening to Senior Xiao...
"I remember now."
Mother Hua's expression