Cure for her mother
The next day.
Ling Qingyu woke up due to Athena's alarm from the spectacle. She had no idea why the same musical tone, Athena's one could lift her heavy head out of the bed.
Ling Qingyu opened her eyes and murmured. "Athena, it seems we gotta play again together. Last night was so great."
"Yes, Mom. It's the first time I played the game with you and I felt great." Athena replied wryly, while she said inwardly a different sentence.
And probably the last time. My mother's participation increased the previous difficulty to another mode.
Ling Qingyu eyed suspiciously at Athena from her lying position. It must be her illusion she heard a protest from Athena.
Her lovely daughter never refused her. It should be her unclear mind from the consequences of playing late.
But why Athena's tone of voice sounded very weak. Ling Qingyu had no idea—did her exhaustion also spread to her. She turned over into a prone posture.