A chill shot straight to the crown of his head, as if the torrential rain outside had poured down for three straight years, plunging him into a cellar rotten through with mold and damp.
Under Bai Zhou's uncertain, alarmed gaze, Fang Xiaoxia was still chattering away at the sofa that appeared utterly empty to him. She did not even have time to turn on the living room lights; in the darkness, the vacant sofa showed only a dim, silent outline.
"Hey, stop scolding me, stop scolding me." Fang Xiaoxia covered her head, sounding as though she were softly arguing back at someone scolding her, all aggrieved as she tried to soothe her parents. "It's fine. It was a class reunion—being a little late is normal. You don't need to worry about me."
She sounded wronged, yet her face was bright with smiles. To Bai Zhou, Fang Xiaoxia's lively, animated manner at that moment sent shivers crawling down his spine.
At that moment, Bai Zhou finally understood just how deranged and eerie he must have looked to others when he talked to Miss Ya.
He suddenly felt that Gem Witch should not have stayed outside on watch, but should have come in with them. Only then could it prove that Bai Zhou was not the one whose eyes had gone wrong.
Now even Bai Zhou could no longer tell who was right. Fang Xiaoxia was acting far too normally.
So normally that Bai Zhou was almost beginning to suspect that his own senses were the problem—that there really was some entity in this house which only Fang Xiaoxia could "see," yet which truly existed.
Just like the crow in Bai Zhou's eyes.
To everyone else, the crow was unquestionably Bai Zhou's delusion—a friend, Teacher, family member, Deity imagined by this schizophrenic