In Wen Lizhe's eyes, his mother, Shen Qian, is a gentle, kind, and highly emotional housewife, full of compassion. All she needs to do each day is arrange flowers, drink tea, and giggle with her girlfriends.
He has protected her well. She's like a hothouse flower, sure to wilt at the first gust of a storm from the outside world.
Then one day, a three-year-old girl ran out of his mother's house and smiled at him.
The girl was sweet and adorable, and looked so much like his mother that Wen Lizhe took an instant liking to her. Thinking she was a relative's child, he was about to tease her when his uncle suddenly rushed in from outside.
"Get down!" he shouted.
Wen Lizhe: ? Who should get down? There's no danger here.
The next second, a long, sharp sword whizzed past his ear and sank three inches into the wall.
The little girl, with her soft, adorable face, still had one hand raised. She grinned at Wen Lizhe.
"Draw your sword and fight me at once."
Wen Lizhe: ?
While the girl was distracted, his uncle grabbed Wen Lizhe and dragged him away. With a strange expression, he told him that the girl was actually his mother.
At that moment, Wen Lizhe felt his entire worldview being remade.
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His now-tiny mother was a handful.
She wouldn't eat properly, insisting on fiddling with a longsword in one hand while holding a spoon in the other.
She wouldn't go to sleep properly, either. Wen Lizhe spent half the night searching for her with a flashlight before finally dragging her back from a cave.
Other people's mothers lovingly care for their children. Wen Lizhe, on the other hand, spent every day carrying a bowl of food and chasing his sword-wielding mother all over the place.
"Mom, eat!"
Note: Mom's true identity is the ancient mythical beast Qilin, and she loves fighting.
Theme: Believe in science, and face difficulties with contempt.
