How could anything compare to a child's own fear and terror?
The child also hoped what he saw was fake.
But the nightmares made it impossible for him to deceive himself.
He couldn't do it...
Sometimes the child hated his nightmares.
No.
A lot of the time, he hated them.
If only he didn't have nightmares...
He could believe what his parents told him.
Everything he saw was fake.
He could quickly—
At least, he could pretend to forget it quickly.
And then one day, he really would forget.
But...
The nightmares wouldn't leave him alone.
They deepened his fear again and again.
They trapped him, leaving him unable to escape.
The child's face turned pale.
He couldn't help tightening his grip on the milk cup.
"Have you ever thought that you might be special?"
Xiao Xiao's eyes curved with a smile.
The child blinked.
He... was special...
The child shook his head.
No.
No one had ever told him... that he was special...
He had never thought of himself as special, either...
He even thought he was terrible.
Because he made his parents angry... and disappointed them...
"Lele, you're special."
Xiao Xiao said it again.
The child opened his mouth.
"I..."
Suddenly, the child found it very difficult to speak.
His mouth opened and closed several times.
At last, he managed to make a sound again.
"...Am..."
"Special?"
In the end, the child's voice still sounded uncertain.
"Mm."
Xiao Xiao nodded firmly.
"R-really?"
The child didn't know...
He didn't dare admit it.
Everyone said there was something wrong with him...
But Eldest Brother said he was special.
Even his parents had never said that to him...
"Really."
No matter how many times the child asked, Xiao Xiao could give