Sol hugged his mom after dinner before he left, just like usual. However, he felt heavy this time, as if this might be his last time hugging his dearest mama.
Swan seemed to be able to read his mind, because she assured him, "Don't worry about me, Son. We are both from the heaven realm. You can always come to visit me there."
"Yes, Mom. I just feel… uneasy."
"There is nothing to be uneasy about. Rather than feeling uneasy about me, I think you should talk to your father instead. He must've been waiting for you," Swan said.
"I doubt that, but… okay…"
Swan watched as Sol walked towards the statue of the Moon Goddess where Gale was sitting right now. She leaned at the door and sighed, "You need to do the right thing this time, husband. This might be the last time you'll ever be able to hug him with your physical body."
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