"See something? What did you see?" Zhuo Qianyun thought of what Ye Wenming said when he left.
"He just showed me two people having combat training." Lil Yan's eyes lit up at the mention of that. "Well... It's different from taekwondo."
Unlike taekwondo, which required a lot of posturing, it was more of a real fight. One could avoid attacks and strike back at one’s opponent hard.
Taekwondo... did seem less practical compared to that.
"Did you like what you saw today? Do you not like taekwondo anymore?" asked Zhuo Qianyun.
"I can become stronger and protect you better!" Zhuo Yan's young voice said.
Zhuo Qianyun's heart broke a little when she heard that. The hardships of life had caused her son to think maturely at such an early age.
"I know you've always wanted to protect me, but you're still too young to carry such a heavy burden. I'll protect you for now. You'll grow up and protect me when you're old enough, okay?"
However, there was still more than a decade to go before her son grew up. Could she protect her child during these years? Could she withstand all the trouble outside, people's discrimination, strange gazes, and all kinds of sarcasm?
Zhuo Qianyun only felt as if something was pressing down on her heart, making her breathless.
The next day, Ye Wenming arrived at Zhuo Qianyun's store. "You didn't scold Lil Yan for leaving with me yesterday, did you?"
Zhuo Qianyun said, "Why would I scold him? You're Lil Yan's father. I won't stand in his way if he ever wants to follow you."
All she wanted was for her son to live a better life. She did not care about anything else.
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