Huo Yuhao noticed that something seemed off about his older brother today.
From morning until night, he had shut himself in his room all day, only coming out for meals.
He had gone in to check on him, but all he saw was his brother sitting blankly beside the window in silence. His expression looked deeply melancholy, as though he had buried many things in his heart.
Yet when he asked, his brother merely smiled and shook his head, telling him softly, "I'm fine."
Then he asked, "Do you want me to play with you? Sure. What shall we play?"
He shook his head and said, "Brother, I've grown up already."
Then he saw his brother freeze before turning his gaze back toward the window and murmuring softly, "Yes, you've grown up already."
He had no idea what was wrong with his brother.
His brother was not usually very lively.
But he had never been so lifeless as he was today.
Still, aside from growing a little quieter, his brother showed no other unusual behavior.
Although Huo Yuhao was worried, since his brother did not want to tell him, he could only let the matter rest.
Dai Yunze slept uneasily.
His mind kept involuntarily recalling what had happened the night before, weaving an unbearably realistic dream to continue tormenting him.
In the dream, the madam's face was like a ghostly visage lurking everywhere he looked, wearing a savage smile as her mouth endlessly repeated those words. Chaotic, eerie, interwoven, they echoed ceaselessly through his mind, disrupting him, shattering him, dragging him into profound terror and despair until he was beyond redemption. Then a shove sent him plummeting through a dark abyss, falling and falling without end.
He could also see a pair of pitch-black eyes watching him with intense malice.