Want to give her a hug?
But now that my body is too small, even if I reach out to hug her, I will probably only be able to stick the whole doll to her face...
Forget it, let’s not do it.
He was just about to ask Tasia about her mother's detailed condition, but Tasia was still sobbing and apologizing.
"sorry……"
"Teacher...I'm sorry..."
Wayne controlled the doll to float forward, "Okay, okay, I don't blame you."
If you keep apologizing like this, I will feel guilty and uneasy.
But before he could say any other words, his whole body - oh no, the whole doll - was held in Tasia's arms.
She no longer suppressed her pain, squatted on the ground and cried loudly.
While crying, she kept saying sorry.
Rather than apologizing to herself, it was more like apologizing to her mother or the self who couldn't forgive all this in her heart.
Wayne, who was tightly held in her arms, sighed secretly and stretched out his puppet hand to wipe her tears.
But those tears were like bursting a dam and couldn't be stopped, and Wayne soon gave up.
"Come on...Tasia." Wayne said softly, "There are no outsiders in the room now. If you want to cry, just cry. But after crying, I hope you can cheer up again."
"As long as things don't get to the worst, we still have a chance before then."
You know, the protagonist's growth rate cannot be measured by common sense.
Even if the current situation seems urgent, as long as all potential is unleashed, it may not be impossible to turn the situation around.
In the original plot, Tasia's mother was alive and well until Chrissy got married. Maybe when Tasia becomes successful in magic practice in the future, she will find that treatment is not that difficult?
After all, the last owner of light magic appeared a long, long time ago, and the specific description of its functions was not recorded in such detail.
Tasia buried her head and said nothing, but the doll was drowned in her tears.
…
When the uncontrollable outburst of emotions was finally vented, Tasia suddenly seemed to realize what was going on in the room.
Without time to think about anything else, she subconsciously raised the furry doll in her hand and wiped her face.
"..."
"..."
Halfway through wiping, the air was enveloped in a speechless atmosphere.
After a moment of silence, Tasia asked hesitantly: "Teacher...will you feel anything when I touch the doll?"
Should I answer yes or no?
"Generally, no," he replied conservatively.
When controlling the doll in this way, magic power only acts as a medium. As long as the perception is not set too high, it cannot transmit such detailed information back.
Most of them can barely reflect some values such as life breath, magic power, elemental attributes and so on.
Of course, if the perception is too fine, the information transmitted back will be extremely detailed, and after some brainstorming, the effect will be almost the same as the real experience.
There is no need to say it out loud.
However, seeing that Tasia had recovered a little bit, he was still a little relieved.
"What kind of illness does Tasia's mother suffer from? Although I don't know how to treat magic, maybe I can find other treatments by chance in the future."
If expensive medicinal materials are needed, it will not be a problem for the Wenche family.
Tasia bit her lower lip, "It's all because of me..."
She spoke very remorsefully about her experiences from childhood to adulthood. "If I hadn't been a drag on my mother, she wouldn't have to live such a tiring life..."
In Wayne's impression, Tasia's mother was a very gentle woman who could tell she must have been beautiful when she was young.
However, perhaps due to years of hard work and illness, his face looks quite old.
In a sense, if she had not chosen to raise Tasia alone, but had chosen to remarry a rich man, her living conditions would indeed have been much better.
This is probably something Tasia has been having trouble with herself in her heart.
"You shouldn't say that."
Wayne felt that the obedient posture he was holding in Tasia's hands was very disrespectful to his dignity as a teacher, so he floated up again and was at eye level with Tasia.
"Because Tasia is my mother's most precious treasure, that's why she is willing to make such a big sacrifice."
"If you look down on yourself because of this, you are also looking down on your mother."
He said solemnly and deeply: "Tasia is not a drag, but the crystallization of your father and mother's love."
Tasia looked at him with a blank expression, and there seemed to be endless confusion in the depths of her eyes.
"……is that true?"
"Of course it's true." The doll nodded with certainty, "If you think about it carefully, over the years, has your mother ever disliked you for dragging her down? Has she ever envied the parents of other children?"
Hearing this, Tasia's eyes became even more gloomy, and she shook her head silently.
"She didn't say that."
"But precisely because she never said this, I felt that... the fate of my existence was too painful for her."
Tsk...Why does this girl like to go into dead ends?
Wayne's tone became serious: "Do you think your mother's existence is a pain to you?"
"No!" Tasia immediately denied.
"Then why does your mother feel that your presence is a pain to her?"
After a pause, his voice softened again. "Tasia is an excellent child~ No matter from any aspect, it is impossible to have such a perfect child, right?"
"If your mother's daughter is not Tasia, but gives birth to an inconsiderate person like me, then it should be painful, okay?"
This is what he said from the bottom of his heart.
If he could give birth to a daughter like this, the one who would probably see smoke rising from her ancestral graves, how could she still dislike her for all those messy reasons?
What's more, all her worries were groundless. She knew the plot well and knew how much Tasia's mother loved her.
It is different from me, who has been working out of town after graduation, never makes phone calls when nothing happens, and may not have the opportunity to go home once or twice throughout the year.
I was still young at that time, and I only felt that home meant restraint and burden. Life would be easier if I didn’t go home.
Now I feel better, I want to go home...but I can never go back.
Feeling a bit dumbfounded by his strange comparison, Tasia disagreed: "The teacher is obviously a very gentle person..."
Then, perhaps realizing that her tone when saying this was too intimate, she paused.
"——At least that's what I think."
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