"People often say, 'Even a tiger will not eat its cubs,' right? Heh. But in those times, survival itself was a nearly impossible thing. So Adam Dale's mother ruthlessly abandoned him."
As Xu Fu spoke, he was already somewhat drunk. I stayed silent, watching him.
"And what about you all? To Adam Dale..."
"We are even worse than his mother, you know. Ha."
Xu Fu made no attempt to hide anything he had done.
What I sensed from him was evil—nothing but evil.
"What's wrong? Surprised, aren't you? Heh..."
On the main road, Adam Dale choked back sobs, while Ms. Wu looked on coldly, smiling at him.
"I've raised you for so many years. I can't afford to keep you anymore. We'll part ways here."
Ms. Wu said this, tossing two days' worth of dry rations to Adam Dale. He rushed over, grabbed her hand, pleading desperately as he looked at her.
Adam Dale opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He could only gape silently, desperately wanting to speak.
"Go away. Mother Goddess Nuwa will protect you. From today on, you should accept her as your mother."
Ms. Wu said this and pushed Adam Dale away once more. Heartlessly, she turned and ran off. Adam scrambled to his feet, tears brimming in his eyes, mouth agape as he chased after her.
Adam Dale stumbled and fell. Ms. Wu was already running, getting farther and farther away. Adam got up, only to fall again. He was not only slow-witted from birth, but his body also seemed a little disabled.
"Mom..."
The thing that had been pent up in Adam Dale's throat for so long finally burst out—he made a sound. In the distance, Ms. Wu was nearly out of sight, not turning back, as if she hadn’t heard him.
"Mom... Mom..."
Adam Dale shouted, but Ms. Wu was already gone. Heartbroken, Adam began to cry. For the first time, he made a sound—strange, unfamiliar to him, something he'd never felt before.
Stumbling with every step, Adam Dale kept walking. Whenever he got excited, he would move like this. When his emotions surged, he couldn’t walk straight. He kept moving forward, calling for his mom, but at the end of the road, that familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.
He didn’t know how many hours had passed. Adam Dale sat by the roadside, two clear tracks of tears running down his face.