YUNYUE VS FENGHUANG (XV)

"MARY, I know you're scared and tired," Mrs. Thompson said, her voice gentle. She looked at Luo Yan with a kind smile, her concern evident. "If you'd like, I can ask the attendant to find a place for you to rest?"

Luo Yan looked at the older woman crouching in front of him. She had changed out of her bloodied nightgown into a much cleaner one, and her hair, which had been in disarray earlier, was now carefully combed.

He trembled slightly, as if still deeply affected by what had happened to his mother. Then, as though trying to push past his fear, he straightened up and stammered, "I—I want to see Mother."

Mrs. Thompson gave him an understanding look and let out a soft, helpless sigh. "Alright," she said gently, "let's go see your mother."