It was already late time.

Everyone around was already going to their homes to shelter themselves from the cold nights on XianLe.

You were worried.

You knew your child, Mu Qing, worked so hard for take care of your blind, useless self, selling errands and at the same time, been servant of the Crown Prince. He was a hard working boy. You felt useless at the time; you knew.. your years of working were already gone, you’re blind, sick and weak. You were a burden for him, yet, he still kept coming to you.

One time, you felt terribly sick. The people around you knew it and brought stuff, yet, you didn’t listen anything about Mu Qing anywhere, it was already late night, your tired and weak eyes slowly closing till a smack on the door make your barely useful senses come back.

— “Mom!?” - The youth entered quickly as he could, the sound of an bag falling carelessly to the floor came to you, he was gasping for hair, clearly, he came in a rush. He kneeled besides the bed, holding your cold hand with his; — “Mom? Are..are you alright?” —

He said. He was still the same child that would run towards his mom to get himself comforted and would help you anywhere.