The information on the medicine bottle told Gao Ming that Xuan Wen had gone to Gastroenterology, but he had no idea what had happened to her there.
Normally, Xuan Wen would never have ignored Gao Ming. Perhaps she was deliberately hiding something, or perhaps something inside "Home" had already affected her.
To be safe, Gao Ming showed no sign that anything was wrong. In almost the time it took to turn around, he had completely changed his expression and demeanor.
"Auntie, I got the photos developed, but the colors are still a little strange." Xuan Wen walked past Gao Ming. Whether deliberately or not, the ends of her hair brushed the tip of his nose. The scent of roses swept away the aroma of food, and Gao Ming caught sight of a small, crooked wound on the back of her neck.
For the first time, Gao Ming saw a wound in this warm, ordinary home filled with kindness.
No words were needed. Gao Ming already understood a few things.
He glanced down again at the Plastic Toy Dog in his hand. He had entered the Intestine with Big Dog, who had followed right behind him. Yet when he turned around, only a Plastic Toy Dog had remained on the floor.
This toy dog, which occasionally barked, was probably Big Dog. In that case, all the toys piled in the box in the corner were likely ghosts Situ An had collected!
If the ghosts were toys, what were the people here?
The old man asleep in the recliner, the children playing hide-and-seek, the men and women playing cards in the courtyard—perhaps no one in "Home" was as simple as they seemed.
Gao Ming raised his head again, keeping his distance from Xuan Wen.
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