"Mother, I'm really not hungry!"
"Son, eat... eat meat!" The woman's hands trembled from hunger, yet she still looked at Xiao Wujian.
"Alright, I'll eat. I'll eat."
Xiao Wujian opened his mouth wide, but only took the tiniest bite.
"Mother, I've eaten. Hurry and eat."
As he spoke, he pushed the chicken leg before him, inch by inch, toward Mother.
Only then did the woman continue to giggle foolishly. Holding the food, she wolfed it down.
"What a deeply devoted mother and son. I never imagined that even though this woman has lost her mind and become muddled and foolish, she still instinctively wants to protect her child."
Outside the ruined temple.
Hu Meier murmured softly, her eyes unconsciously growing moist.
"A woman is born gentle, yet becomes strong as a mother! I never expected Instructor Hu to feel such empathy."
Su Shi'er's voice rang out, equally laden with emotion.
The scene inside the ruined temple had sent ripples and waves through even his Dao heart, hard as rock and unbreakable as stone.
The reason was simple.
Ever since he was little, in Little Stone Village, he had only his grandfather's company. As for his parents, they seemed to have died when he was very young.
He had never experienced a mother's love.
But that did not mean he could not empathize. After all, his grandfather had treated him the same way back then.
Hu Meier's reaction, however, did surprise him.
A cultivator, and one at the Out of Body stage at that, could actually shed tears.
"What? Could it be that in Fellow Daoist Su's eyes, I'm some cold-blooded and vicious woman?"
Hu Meier raised a hand to gently wipe the corner of her eye, then turned to look at Su Shi'er, her gaze carrying a trace of reproach.