A Formal Visit
Editor: TheSloth
"Even a resurrection couldn't bring your real son to you."
Shen Meihuan now understood the meaning of this word.
He could walk, but he had no heartbeat. His muscles were soft, but his body was cold.
He had some reaction, but he couldn't talk… He just instinctively acted without thinking.
The living dead... This horrible idea suddenly came out in Shen Meihuan's brain.
But no matter what.
No matter what.
"You are my son." Shen Meihuan held his son's face and softly said, "I gave birth to you, no matter what you look like, you are my child..."
The son's eyes suddenly blinked as if he understood it--- Perhaps this was just the functional response.
But Shen Meihuan felt her son had spoken to her and he just wasn't used to this state.
"Yes, you must be..." Shen Meihuan gently said, "You must be hurt and confused when you fell down... It must be so! Don't be afraid, boy, mom is here!"
"Are you hungry?"
"Look at yourself, so dirty."
"Do you want water?"