The woman truly couldn't understand...
Her child was shy and polite to others. When he was little, he had once been too scared to sleep alone after reading a comic.
It had been a detective comic.
How could a child like him have done something so... cruel and bloody?
She had never really forgotten the expression on Grandma Zhang's face when she came to see them.
So horrified.
As if she had seen something utterly terrifying.
It had made her heart clench.
She had subconsciously ignored that feeling.
She had pretended to be calm.
But now, at this very moment, that feeling surged up again.
And it was becoming harder and harder for her to bear.
The woman furrowed her brows in distress.
"Xiao Ji."
The woman reached out and shook the child's shoulders hard. "Answer Mom."
"Tell Mom... why you did this."
"Do you hate cats?"
The child's eyelids drooped.
He gave a slight shake of his head.
A glimmer lit the woman's eyes.
"...I don't like them either," the child added hoarsely.
"...Is that so?"
The woman was taken aback.
He didn't hate them, but he didn't like them either?
"Why?"
The woman couldn't help asking.
"..."
The child didn't answer.
"...Then does Xiao Ji like dogs?"
The woman pressed her lips together, not meaning to press him for an answer.
She lowered her voice and asked a different question.
Most boys liked dogs more than cats, didn't they?
The child shook his head slightly again.
He didn't like dogs either?
The woman was a little surprised.
At least among the children she knew of, few disliked both cats and dogs.
"Then what animals does Xiao Ji like?"
The woman suddenly realized how she'd failed him.
She didn't even know what animals her child liked?