After paying their respects, Song Ci held Song Yujin's hand and they left the cemetery.
Suddenly, Song Yujin asked in a low voice, "If we're not from the same world, does that mean there are many different worlds? Is it possible that my mom is alive, but in a different world and form?"
"Maybe."
Song Ci did not have an answer either. This place was technically a book, not a world. Moreover, she was still alive when she transmigrated.
Despite that, Song Yujin's concept was not totally impossible. He had also made up his mind.
"I'm sure that's the case. She might not be in your world, but she's somewhere."
Song Yujin looked at Song Ci and continued, "I hope she gave birth to another child who is warm and friendly. Then she won't have to worry anymore."
Song Ci patted Song Yujin's head and said, "She'll still miss you. After all, she loves you so much."
"I know. All I want is for her to be happy."
