Qi Si dreamed of his childhood again.
But this dream was anything but pleasant. He dreamed of those days in the orphanage.
The entire dream was chaotic and suffocating.
Sometimes the scenes made him instinctively resist and recoil; sometimes they were warm and nostalgic.
At times, Qi Si could not even tell whether he was truly dreaming.
Or had he fallen into some out-of-control rift in time and space?
When he groggily opened his eyes, Qi Si found himself sitting in a large chair.
To Qi Si at this moment, the chair really was enormous. Sitting on it, his feet could not even reach the floor.
Qi Si lowered his head and looked at his hands. They were a child's fair, soft little hands.
He had returned to his childhood.
Qi Si's heart tightened. He immediately looked around and realized that he was in that confinement room.
The instruments and furnishings were exactly the same as the confinement room he had seen on the livestream, and he was sitting in the very electric chair Shen Shuyu had occupied back then.
Qi Si had no idea why he had suddenly appeared here, but his instincts told him that he needed to leave as soon as possible!
But just as Qi Si was about to jump down from the chair, the straps suddenly extended and tightly bound both his hands to the armrests.
"W-what?" Qi Si stared at the scene in shock.
Once he came back to his senses, he began struggling fiercely, but it was useless.
Even an adult might not have been able to break free from such restraints, much less a child's body in a dream.
"What a disobedient child." A voice that sounded both like a sigh and a rebuke rang out in the room.
Qi Si was