My vampire princess wants to repay a debt of gratitude.

Lin Mo asked.

When did you start learning magic?

Li Mao asked in surprise, unable to resist applauding Lin Mo.

This magic trick was absolutely flawless.

"... "

Lin Mo and Xiao Ju exchanged a glance, speechless.

Are you still going to deceive yourself?

Ye Zimo's cold voice rang out, a voice that seemed to pierce the soul.

Li Mao was stunned.

Indeed, considering his father's attitude, this diary is definitely real, and what his father wrote must also be true.

But he refused to believe it.

Such a perfect mother, such a perfect sister, why would she be so cruel, so cruel to herself?

He was born for someone else.

He didn't come from his parents' love; he was just a tool.

His older sister was sick, and his mother came to him, not to ask him to spend more time with them, but to ask him to continue dedicating his life to them.

He simply couldn't believe it, nor did he want to believe it.

"Why...why are you here looking for me? Why are you meddling in my business?"

Ye Zimo's words shattered his last pretense and became the trigger for his emotional breakdown.

His tears instantly burst forth, covering his weathered face that belied his actual age.

Chapter 93 The Sorrow of Middle-Aged People

When teenagers of the same age shed tears, the most they're told is that they failed their college entrance exam or broke up with their boyfriends.

When Li Mao cried, it felt as if he had experienced all the suffering in the world: the hardships of life, the death of elders, the loss of a spouse in middle age, being laid off and unemployed... The collapse of a middle-aged person can happen in an instant.

Lin Mo felt a pang of sadness. He could understand Li Mao at this moment. Even though he was crying, this middle-aged man's face had brought him so many misunderstandings.

Therefore, we cannot let him become an old man!

Lin Mo made up her mind to take him back and let him enjoy a wonderful campus life.

Xiaoju seemed to sense the middle-aged man's sadness as well. Seeing him crying so bitterly, she couldn't help but cry along with him.

Knowing the truth, Xiaoju felt great sympathy for Li Mao.

"Waaaaah... Li Mao is so pitiful. Luckily, I am an orphan without parents and was adopted by the young lady. I don't have any older sisters who need to be kept alive."

Xiaoju was blowing her nose and wiping away her tears.

"... "

Lin Mo shook his head helplessly. At times like this, you shouldn't make comparisons!

Hearing Xiaoju's words, Li Mao cried even harder.

The two embraced and wept bitterly, but fortunately the private room offered good privacy.

Ye Zimo rubbed her temples, picked up her coffee, smelled its aroma, and patiently waited for them to finish crying.

"Alright, that's the truth. Can you go now?"

She looked at Li Mao.

"That's right, let's go back, the final exams are coming up soon."

Lin Mo patted Li Mao on the shoulder and offered some words of advice.

"I...I'm not going back."

Li Mao released Xiao Ju's head, wiped his eyes, and realized that he had been led astray by Xiao Ju. He had intended to act profound and silently shed tears, but ended up wailing, and now his voice was a little hoarse.

Xiaoju rubbed her eyes and looked at Li Mao: "Why?"

"I...I want to ask my mother in person what she really thinks."

Li Mao hasn't fully accepted the reality that he's just a tool, and he wants to get the answer from Okamoto Mei himself.

Lin Mo could understand this.

After all, Li Mao is a high school student who longs for his mother's love.

"Do you still have any illusions? Although she gave birth to you, she never raised you. You were taken away 20 years of your life from the moment you were born, making you look older than your peers. Because of this, you were often ridiculed, isolated, and bullied when you were young. Don't you blame her or hate her?"

Xiaoju asked angrily, adding that she had also learned about Li Mao being bullied as a child from Li Wentao's diary.

The diary entry reads: “Every time my son is ostracized or bullied by his peers, I hate myself for listening to Li Hui. I hate Li Hui, and I hate myself for not being able to give my son a decent childhood.”

Xiaoju cried when she read this passage; she felt that Li Wentao was a good father.

The more you care, the more you want to know the answers. That's human nature... Lin Mo sighed silently, feeling that Li Mao would be hurt a second time because Okamoto Mei was unlikely to give him the answers he wanted.

"Perhaps...you're right. She did give birth to me, took 20 years from me, and then never cared about me again. All her thoughts and energy were focused on my sister."

Li Mao lowered his head, avoiding looking into Xiao Ju's eyes.

“Over the years, she has never come to see me. There isn’t even a single photo of her in the house. It’s as if she has never existed in my life.”

"Then why..."

Xiaoju wanted to say something more, but Lin Mo pulled her back, stopping her from continuing.

"Because she is my mother. If I were to hate her, I would also hate my father who promised her, my sister who took 20 years of my life, and my only family."

"The thought of hating them makes my already miserable life even more miserable, and I feel like I'm all alone."

"So I don't want to hate her, I just want to know the truth."

Ye Zimo remained silent; she didn't quite understand this kind of human emotion.

Vampires can live well even alone, while humans are social animals who fear isolation, the absence of family, and emotional deprivation.

"Going back now and questioning the head of the Mushishi clan could be very dangerous for you. Have you thought it through?"

Lin Mo looked at Li Mao, and Li Mao nodded.

"Then I'll go with you."

Lin Mo was prepared to immediately take Li Mao to the Spirit Realm if anything went wrong.

Ye Zimo gently tapped the broken round table with her long, slender, fair fingers.

"Xiaoju, two plane tickets, let's go immediately."

"Yes, Miss."

Ye Zimo did not intend to go with them to question Okamoto Mei; as a weak vampire, she could not take the risk.

The entire Mushishi clan was searching for vampires, and after learning of Li Mao's attitude, she didn't want to walk into a trap.

Ye Zimo is not a saint; she wouldn't be so selfless as to bleed to save someone she doesn't want to be with.

Her purpose in following Lin Mo was simple: to help Lin Mo find Li Mao.

Whether Li Mao leaves or not is not something she can decide.

"Since you still want to find the answer, I'll be leaving now."

Ye Zimo said calmly.

Lin Mo nodded slightly. He was already very happy that Ye Zimo could accompany him to Japan.

It's better to let them go back first; at least they won't become the target of public criticism.

Lin Mo knew that Ye Zimo was doing this for their safety.

If you don't want to go on a killing spree, the best way is to avoid it.

Ye Zimo is already a mature vampire and does not like killing.

And she had reached her limit.

Upon returning to China, she planned to go to the hospital because she had lost too much blood and needed a transfusion.

We split up and began.

Lin Mo and Li Mao stayed in the coffee shop, while Ye Zimo and Xiao Ju headed to the airport.

Mei Okamoto appeared at the cafe in less than half an hour.

"Is it also a power of the Mushishi that they can find me so easily?"

Li Mao frowned.

Okamoto Mei, who entered the private room, was wearing a purple kimono and had her hair styled in a beautiful updo. She looked like a young woman in her twenties, with a pretty face and graceful figure.

Upon hearing Li Mao utter the words "Mushishi," a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"I just installed a tracking device on your phone."

Okamoto Mei's voice was also very pleasant; she deliberately spoke Mandarin instead of Japanese.

Lin Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead. So, in this era, all professions are evolving with the times.

Li Mao stood up and looked into Okamoto Mei's eyes.

"I want to know, why did you bring me to Japan?"

"Huh? Didn't you already know? It was to save your sister, Kiyoko."

Mei Okamoto showed no remorse on her face, and as she spoke, her eyes glanced at Lin Mo out of the corner of her eye.

This boy looks familiar. Where have I seen him before?

"Was I born solely for your sister's sake from the very beginning? Don't I mean anything else to you?"

Li Mao mustered his courage and asked.

He was still too inexperienced compared to Okamoto Mei.