"'They'?" Guo Yujie had keenly picked up on the key word in my remark.
"Yeah. And my parents, too. They might know something as well," I answered honestly.
I really should have thought of this earlier. The childhood memories I'd forgotten, and the experience related to Xiaobai's death, were both suspicious enough. There was no way my parents knew nothing. It made no sense for them to be in the dark while Ye Qing knew me inside out.
Even if Ye Qing had done something to me, my parents should have noticed something was wrong, given that I'd started to suspect it myself.
All this time, they'd been concerned about my unusual behavior over the past year, but hadn't asked too many questions. Their attitude had influenced my younger sister, too.
I should have noticed this long ago, but I'd kept overlooking the strange signs.
Just as they'd overlooked the strange things about me.
We'd all tacitly agreed to stay silent.
But perhaps my original assumption had been wrong. They weren't completely in the dark. They weren't worried that I'd gotten mixed up in something bad, like drugs or gambling. They probably knew it had something to do with "ghosts" or "people with abilities."
They knew. The old leader knew, too.
It was like when I was a kid and lied to my parents. Maybe I just wanted a piece of candy, or to watch TV a little longer, so I'd make up all kinds of stories and sweet-talk them. When I got what I wanted, I'd feel pleased with myself, thinking I'd fooled them. In reality, they'd known all along.
I'd promised Guo Yujie, but as I watched my parents, I found it hard to bring myself to speak.
I felt a little afraid, and reluctant to hurt them.