By the time they had exited the street, Xiao Ai's tears had already mostly dried up. In a slightly trembling voice, he started to ask, "Uncle, my mom-"
Cutting Xiao Ai off, Di Tou said, "Ah, Uncle ran off in such a hurry earlier that I forgot to ask, where should we go to buy some fried chicken?"
Somewhat stunned, Xiao Ai let out another two sniffles before pointing in a direction.
For the next five minutes, every time Xiao Ai started speaking up, Di Tou lightly changed the topic, releasing his Spiritual Sense, all the while helping Xiao Ai calm down.
When they were nearing the destination, Di Tou finally paused for a moment and said in a soft tone, "Xiao Ai, I know you're feeling a little upset right now and might want to run away, but your mother is going to get better, okay? She's just a little sick. Just promise me you'll try to live in the village for a few more years. The alternative… it really isn't much better."
