In that instant, Vireo shed tears for no reason.
It was not too accurate to be calling the woman in front of him an old lady because she did not look that old. It was just that her calm face had a tinge of unconcealable gloomy expression, which gave the old lady in front of her an indescribable sense of beauty. She was wearing a veil. She was also dressed incomparably plainly, and the hems of her habit were even a little torn. However, that simplicity still was not able to cover up her beauty. Her beauty was pure and untainted. Her beauty had a sense of drastic hardships, and it made people feel endless heartaches. Her face was pale and thin, but pure kindness was showing in her eyes.
Vireo cried for a long time and was not able to speak. The old lady in front of him also had tears streaming down her face, but her face was very calm. "Mister..."
She called him mister as soon as she opened her mouth. Vireo was stunned.
"Mister, seeing that you're already an adult now, my sense of guilt has reduced very much. I think the only purpose for me in the remaining years of my life is to wait to cross over to the other world. No matter what punishment I will be receiving, I will have no complaints. Mister, you no longer need me to worry about anything for you. Therefore, there is no need for you to visit me again. No matter how strong of a bond there is between you and me, it's all in the past now. It doesn't matter if you hate me or if you hate me even more. That is all earthly matters. I had already been a nun for more than thirty years, I no longer care about earthly matters anymore. I hope you won't come to find me anymore in the future."
What she said was not considered heartless. Her helplessness toward the unpredictable changes in the world, as well as her calmness after she had accepted the reality, was showing in between her words.
Vireo stared at the old lady. "This is your responsibility!"
"Yes," The old lady said.
"You're just running away by becoming a nun! You're not willing to take on this responsibility! Since you're not willing to do so, why did you give birth to me?
Why?" At that, Vireo could almost be certain that the old lady in front of him was his biological mother.
His mother was only twenty-two years older than him, so she should only be about fifty-eight years old at that time.
"Why does it still matter?" she asked Vireo incomparably calmly.
"Of course, it matters!" Vireo said agitatedly. "What I wanted to find the most all my life was my biological parents. I wanted to ask them since they are not willing to raise me, then why did they have me? Why did they give birth to me and then sell me away? I was sold! Why? Are you, both of you, even human? You're a woman who sold her own child. You had broken the law! You shouldn't be hiding away here!"
The old lady closed her eyes, and two rows of tears streamed down her cheeks. Her lips moved a few times as if she wanted to say something, but she did not say anything.
"Don't you want to know what I've been through in the past thirty-six years? Or are you afraid to know? Are you afraid that your sins will be even greater?" Vireo continued.
Surely enough, those words triggered the old lady. Her eyebrows became even more tightly knitted, and her tears also flowed even faster. Her lips were trembling quickly, and she swallowed a few times. Tears would stream all the way down her neck every few dozen seconds. Vireo was immensely miserable when he saw that situation.
"What have you...what have you been through? Tell m e, how many hardships have you been through? In the past thirty years or so, what have you...what have you been through? Tell me?" The old lady could not help but raise her hand, and then she held Vireo's face.
Her hand was very pale. However, one could tell that that pair of hands certainly had been very beautiful when she was young. Nevertheless, that pair of hands were already old. They were so old that her joints were slightly deformed, and her palms were covered in
calluses.
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