132 Shallow Dream

I was lost for words.

I stared at my son, hoping that he was just throwing a bad joke. But his melancholy eyes, which were hidden by a fake bright smile, proved that none of his words were intended as a joke.

"Why are you so surprised, mom?" he asked. "You also do the same."

"What do you mean? I am not dying at all."

"It's because you only resurrected my father and a few others."

"What?"

"I don't know about my father, but I care a lot for the clan. I don't want it to die out."

Although his words were harsh, William looked at his father as if he was relieved. I suppose he does not hate Winston all that much, or has he ever hated him? Strangely, my son would always lead me to get concerned and anxious, as I no longer could tell what was running through his mind.

He matured a lot.

My baby grew in a flash.

"Second awakeners can revive the dead, but the price is that part of our life span would be taken out," William said. "They will come back to life like a butterfly."

"Like a butterfly?"