When it comes to memories of my mother, I must admit, I don’t recall much.
I was too young back then, and decades have passed since. At best, only fragments remain.
One memory is that she loved winter.
On snowy days, she would always hold my sister’s and my hands as we walked through the snow-covered paths.
She once mentioned that she liked things that were pure white. Or at least, that’s what I think she said.
And perhaps because of that, she also loved white flowers.
Actually, she seemed to love anything that was white.
But there was one exception.
"She liked our hair."
i wonder if the woman with the ears and tails is the sister of Yangcheon's mother
i thought it was her mom but she doesn't remember her son when in this dimension ... i guess it could be someone else related tho
With murim and everything this novel seemed like wuxia but now with different worlds and stuff it seems like xianxia. Which.. I don't mind