Mazao repeatedly recited the word "parents" as if chanting an exotic language, and then fell silent.
"Mazao, do you want to meet your parents?" Zhu Shi asked.
"I... I don't know." Mazao said confusedly, "You mean the parents of this body, right? But I don't know if I am the original owner of this body, whether they are really my parents..."
She clearly realized the crux of the matter. More importantly, because this is probably a question she has never thought about before, involving unfamiliar concepts she has never encountered, it becomes even more difficult to make a decision.
Perhaps she wasn't caught in a state of confusion, but rather entered a void of thought. In this vacuum, she couldn't find a footing, nor a grip, even a sense of direction, a completely weightless and true void. Asking her which direction she intends to go is indeed asking for too much.
"Zhuang Cheng, what should I do?" Mazao cast a pleading look at me.
"I think you should meet them."
