Yan Mei spilled her parts of the story, parts he was no privy to but the retelling had more depth than what she had explained to him before. This time she truly unburdened herself and it was his turn to hold her hand and offer silent support and strength.
His mother listened silently, her eyes having that curious quality of being lost in thought but also perfectly grounded in the moment.
When he told her about being a white witch and meeting the Devil and the children they would have and their peculiar situation, she betrayed no emotion, she waited until he was done, completely drained.
"I am sorry" those were her first words
"For what mother?" Lei Zhao was confused
"For not protecting you better" she replied summarily, her eyes stark
"It's not your fault at all, it's more mine than anything. I caused this...." Yan Mei argued
