Drakon entered with a leisurely motion, seeing his mother who was already glaring at him in annoyance. "Mom? What are you doing on the floor like that? Why are your clothes wet and dirty?" Asked Drakon again, but what he asked was silent. choosing to close his eyes again to control his breath which was indeed a little rushed for a while, he was surprised by the sound of the door being opened by Drakon.
"Mom? Are you okay? Not planning anything, right?" Drakon asked curiously.
"If you want to accuse me of all kinds of things, you'd better go." said Liliaceae in annoyance, and Drakon immediately chuckled. He just kept quiet and sat down on one of the chairs. Still looking at his mother lying helplessly under the floor, Drakon guessed what his mother was really doing right now. Was his mother just plain tired? or she did something else sad, that made her look tired and scared at the same time.
