Lu Nanze looked at her and sighed. Then, lightly and awkwardly, he hummed a few bars of a lullaby.
Initially, he had thought that Traceless was asleep, but unexpectedly Traceless sighed and said, "Mom, your singing is getting from bad to worse."
Lu Nanze: …!!
He turned pale with anger and tried to shake her hand off. But when he moved, she tightened her grip on his hand.
It wasn't as though Lu Nanze wasn't able to shake her off forcefully.
But he saw the freshly re-stitched wound and knew that if he were to shake her off with force, it could tear her wound open again.
He could only stand there and ignore her.
After a while, he realized that Traceless kept talking in her dream. He could not hear most of what she said. He knitted his brow.
After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly extended his hand as though he had realized something. He placed his hand on her forehead.
