Cultivator’s Past

"You okay there?" Krune patted Cultivator, asking in concern. 

Sniffing, Cultivator wiped his tears, taking in deep breaths before muttering, "Yeah…give me some time. I'll get by."

Cultivator then glanced at Krune for a moment before adding, "By the way, you have no right to call me ugly."

Krune just smiled in response and continued, "Whether she accepts you or not, she's still your mother. Just work hard in making her accept you." Krune smiled, lightly patting Cultivator. "I mean, the both of you are like mirror replicas. Probably all of her is what makes most, if not all of you."

"Right." Cultivator visibly relaxed as he barely smiled. "There's no need to despair. I had worried about being unable to find my mother for the rest of my life. But now, I have found her. This is already a joyous occasion. If she doesn't wish to accept me, I'll just be patient and work hard so that she'll accept me as her son one day."