The boy stood on Chen Ge's shadow. No matter where Chen Ge went, he followed, like a shadow that would never leave.
With his head lowered, the boy kept staring at Chen Ge's shadow. After saying, "I found you," he never spoke again.
The endless Black Fog was like a sea of despair. The dilapidated residential buildings in his memory had become an isolated island in the Underworld Fetus's heart. He stood before the twisted, tangled buildings, beneath the black-and-red sky, in Chen Ge's shadow, silently following behind him.
Many years ago, they had been like this, too. He had watched Chen Ge possess everything and witnessed the happiness he longed for.
Chen Ge's life was like a butterfly fluttering through his heart. Every pattern on its wings filled him with envy.
He wanted to become a butterfly, but in the end, he was only a shadow. His long years of yearning gradually changed. He no longer stayed at a distance, but instead waved his arms and gave everything he had to chase the butterfly fluttering through his heart.
He didn't know why he did it, nor what would happen if he ever caught the butterfly. He just kept running. And finally, at this very moment, in the World Behind the Door more than a decade later, he caught that butterfly.
The boy slowly raised his lowered head and looked at Chen Ge.
Their gazes crossed in a nightmare that spanned time. Chen Ge saw himself from more than a decade ago, while the Underworld Fetus saw a hideous Ghost.
In this World Behind the Door, shrouded in despair and pain, only those with light in their hearts could see brightness. If their eyes were clouded, all they could see were lonely ghosts.
"Did you leave when you were this