Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 103: Mother’s Condition Remains Stable

Because he was unfamiliar with the domestic situation, Mu Yuming bought many items, unsure if they would be of any use.

Father and daughter lugged their heavy bags home only to meet the cold scorn in Li Ya’s eyes.

If they were to take all these things, each of the three family members would need to carry four large suitcases on average.

It was no different from moving house, which in fact it essentially was.

"You really don’t plan on coming back, do you?"

"I have my pride too, and can’t always let people kick me around like a soccer ball, right?"

Mu Yuming’s tone was very serious, "This is a matter of a man’s dignity. I have hands and feet; where can’t I find work? Since I decided to go back, I won’t easily change my mind."

"You really won’t come back?"

"If I ever come back, it will only be to burn paper for my father."

"What if you can’t make money, we can’t afford a nanny, and there’s no one to cook?"

Mu Yuming pushed his glasses and looked seriously at Li Ya, "Haven’t you always said that this world is ’fake’? What’s the big deal if we skip a meal? Why take it so seriously?"

Li Ya was stumped by his retort.

"Are you yelling at me?"

"I’m not."

"You dare to yell at me? Mu Yuming, you just see me as a burden and want to leave me in Saifu, don’t you?"

"I don’t..."

Li Mumu ate her meal quietly, not wanting to deal with her parents’ quarrel.

Based on past experiences, it would start with an argument, escalate to physical fighting, and they would end up in bed together.

She was more concerned about Wendy.

Wendy had always been elusive and often came over to Li Mumu’s house for a free meal.

But she had not seen Wendy at all today.

The next day was the same.

No one at school, no one at home, she didn’t know where Wendy had gone.

This was very unusual.

Wendy always had many tricks up her sleeve, but her ability to execute those cheeky plans often got her into trouble.

Li Mumu, in an effort to maintain her reformed image, had been cooped up at home, intensely focused on studying, and seldom went out.

In the evening, she couldn’t hold back any longer, pushed open Li Ya’s door, and complained loudly, "Wendy hasn’t been here for two days!"

"Isn’t that a good thing?"

Li Ya was stuffing books into a suitcase— the bookshelf was already bare. She looked up and countered, "What can she do if she comes to find you? Can she study with you? In the end, she’ll just tempt you to go out and waste time... Besides, I’ve told you before."

"Maybe there never was a person named Wendy. She’s just an imaginary friend you made up. Now that you’ve come to your senses, naturally you can’t see her."

There never was a person named Wendy?

What nonsense are you talking about?

Li Mumu was somewhat angered and said sternly, "I’ve always been very clear-headed, and I can distinguish what is real and what is fake!"

Li Ya shrugged her shoulders, stood up, walked up to Li Mumu, looked her in the eyes, and asked, "Then tell me, have you figured out who you are yet?"

"Is it really necessary for us to discuss such philosophical topics?"

Li Mumu sighed inwardly and asked earnestly, "Then what do you think is real?"

Li Ya shrugged and said, "With your current level of knowledge, it’s hard for me to explain this to you."

"If you can’t explain it clearly, why must you mock and sneer like this?"

Unable to hold back, Li Mumu retorted, "I’ve met some fundamentalists in niche cultural circles. They believe they have the interpretive authority over their circle, and while they claim they want others’ recognition, they’re actually resistant to others understanding it deeply. The moment someone tries to promote this niche culture with explanations that are easy to understand, they get angry and embarrassed."

"Basically, what they really want is just a sense of superiority for being different."

"Without light, there can be no shadow. Without justice, evil cannot be judged. Without a concrete standard to define what is real, how can you declare everything as illusion?"

Li Ya, angry and embarrassed, turned to find a feather duster.

Li Mumu beat a hasty retreat.

But she could not escape from her mother’s clutches, and got caught by Li Ya who gave her a thorough thrashing.

"Unfilial daughter! I’d have been better off having barbecued pork than having you!"

Furious, she threw the feather duster away, pulled out a thick book from her suitcase, and slammed it onto Li Mumu’s face.

"You want reality? Take this and read it! Before you leave Saifu, write me a three thousand word reflection!"

Li Mumu, covering her butt and with tears in her eyes, picked up the book and saw just two simple words on the cover—"String Theory."

Hmm...

I get the point, but... should a Witch really be studying this?

"Are you going to read it? Why wouldn’t you like it?"

Li Ya crossed her arms and glared at Li Mumu with irritation: "Stop acting all knowledgeable as if your language skills were any good. You want reality, here is reality. You want an explanation, I’ll give you one—this world is fundamentally made up of strings. Your body, soul, thoughts, and even your life and fate, are all the ripple effects produced by the vibrations of these strings... can you understand that?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

It made sense.

Watching Li Mumu’s frustrated yet speechless face, Li Ya’s temper finally cooled down, and she spoke softly, "You are just an ordinary person with no special talent. The education you received from childhood was that of an average person. Your ability to understand and accept things about this world is limited to what you know, and it’s normal that you can’t comprehend or accept what’s beyond your understanding."

Well, not necessarily.

Li Mumu thought to herself that no matter what, she was someone who had traveled back from a future era, and had seen all sorts of bizarre situations. There was no need to be so cautious; she might accept it if you just bluntly told her the conclusion.

This was the inexplicable confidence of an old gamer who had played everything.

"I will read this book seriously."

Li Mumu nodded obediently, "If I could churn out... no, write three thousand words of reflection by tonight, could you help me calculate Wendy’s whereabouts?"

Li Ya gave her a long, cold look, picked up a crystal ball beside her, and shook it a couple of times, then blew on it.

Watching the fog inside the crystal ball alter continuously, she subconsciously raised her eyebrows.

"As your very own mother, my advice to you is—don’t go looking for her; you’ll get into big trouble. Of course, I know you’ve always treated my words as nothing but hot air, you ungrateful child. If you don’t want to end up dead out there, you’d better remember to take some handy weapons with you."

"Oh right, almost forgot to say, Holland Road, number 64."

Seeing Li Mumu get up to leave, Li Ya snorted coldly, "Let me see that reflection before you walk out the door."

"By the time I finish writing three thousand words, won’t it already be morning?"

"That’s your own problem, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. We’re leaving Saifu next week, you really need to fix that nocturnal habit of yours. Of all the things, you had to learn staying up late from me; you’ll regret it someday!"

Li Ya sermonized, face sporting two dark circles under her eyes.