Oscar froze for a moment, then fell silent.
Ning Rongrong lifted her head from her knees and looked at Fu Wen.
Her gaze was somewhat dazed, as though she were looking at someone she did not recognize.
"Fu Wen, you... don't have nightmares?"
"I don't."
"Why?"
Fu Wen was silent for a while before he said, "Because I don't regret the choice I made. That man deserved to die. I killed him, and I don't need to feel guilty about it. As for nightmares, dreams are just dreams. They aren't real. What you're afraid of isn't that bald man—it's killing someone itself."
Ning Rongrong bit her lip without speaking.
"Everyone is afraid the first time they kill someone."
Fu Wen's voice lowered.
"But if I were given another chance, I'd still kill him. Because if I hadn't, today he would have harassed Rongrong, and tomorrow he would have gone on to harm someone else. The fewer people like him there are, the better."
The dormitory remained silent for a long time.
Ma Hongjun spoke first. His voice still trembled slightly, but it was much steadier than before. "Brother Wen, you're right. That man deserved to die. If we didn't kill him, he would have killed others too."
Oscar nodded as well. "I'm just... not used to it."
"No one gets used to it."
Fu Wen stood up.
"But you need to learn to face it. If you don't dare face it, you'll never move past it."
Ning Rongrong looked at Fu Wen, and her gaze changed.
She had always thought Fu Wen was cold and indifferent—someone who did not like talking or smiling, someone who could not be bothered with anyone.
But at this moment, she saw another side of him.
He was not indifferent. He was simply clearer-headed than