The woman was still shaken.
And deeply relieved.
For a long time, she had blamed God.
For her husband's early death.
For the hardship of raising a child alone.
But now, she sincerely and devoutly thanked Heaven.
Just how blessed was this child to have come through such a frightening ordeal unscathed?
She was more than satisfied.
As long as the child was all right.
Even if she had to lie in bed for a few days.
That might keep the child from being so disobedient all the time.
As soon as she heard the child had fallen off a cliff, she knew the child had sneaked off into the mountains to play again.
She was angry and helpless about it.
Wawa was a good, obedient child.
But on this one matter, the child was incredibly stubborn.
She didn't really understand why the child was so fixated on going into the mountains to play.
As far as she was concerned, the only difference between the mountains and the village was how many trees there were.
But seeing how much the child loved it, she might scold the child, but in truth, she turned a blind eye to the child sneaking off into the mountains.
She and the child had only each other.
The child was her most precious treasure.
If the child was having fun... how could she not be happy?
Her greatest wish was for the child to grow up happy and healthy.
But after this incident, she felt she really had to make up her mind.
The mountains... really were too dangerous.
The child had been lucky this time and escaped serious harm.
But luck wouldn't always be on the child's side.
She couldn't risk another time.
She couldn't bear the cost of losing that gamble.