The old lady was a reserved woman. Only when her son died did she lose her composure and shout at the top of her lungs for his unjustifiable death.
She did convey to Yang Lujia her story with her son. Although he was an unscrupulous and rash kid, she knew that he was intrinsically kind.
"How are you doing, old lady?" Yang Lujia went to her excitedly. He had nearly forgotten about visiting her. This was why he was acting like this.
No matter what, when he first saw how the old lady cried, his heart skipped a beat. It was at that time that he felt guilty about the bad things he had done—but there was no turning back time. He was powerful, but not too powerful to be called a god.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!