Chapter Forty : Medicine

Something was strange about the man's gaze as he stared at me like a glass of wine. He appeared the same age as my uncle, though rather than his features being prominent and masculine like my uncle, he appeared more delicate. "You look just like your mother," the man said, gently placing his thumb near my lips, caressing my cheeks slightly. Though the man's gaze was fixed on me, I could feel those eyes looking at something beyond, reminiscing about the old days. Perhaps, about my mother. "I wonder how my mother was," I said. "I never got to meet her." The man's eyes softened for a moment, as if I was no longer a meal before his eyes. "Your mother?" The man thought for a moment. "When I was a sophomore, she was already in her final years. Since I possessed this weak body, I would get bullied by the other clans in my basketball club. However, your mother was both a bold and delicate woman. Despite belonging to the rival packs, she always treated me gently," the man said as his