Why
Zheng Qing had thought the school did not care about the break-in at Dormitory 403, but in reality, it had assigned guards to protect him around the clock. Zheng Qing had thought Thomas, after signing the Risk Prohibition Contract, was trustworthy, but Thomas had exploited both the school's and Zheng Qing's trust in him, pulling off a Raccoon Dog Replaces the Crown Prince.
The stark contrast involuntarily reminded him of Millet's famous "The Angelus"—a husband and wife praying in a field, with a basket that appeared to hold potatoes at their feet. But in truth, the basket did not contain potatoes. It held the corpse of a child.
On the surface, it was a basket, but beneath it lay a tiny coffin.
Behind the tranquil, peaceful pastoral scenery was a repressed and cruel human tragedy.
Just like Zheng Qing's life.
Every day seemed to be a tedious, monotonous routine of studying, eating, and sleeping. Yet where he could not see, demons had infiltrated Puji Island, wizards had donned Crow Masks, some stood guard for him through the night, and others seized every loophole to get something out of him.
"Were you the one who broke into our dormitory on Monday?" Zheng Qing closed his eyes and let out a long breath. Perhaps because of the blood loss, he felt a little dizzy.
"Yes." With things having come this far, Thomas did not keep hiding it.
"Who else?"
"Just me." Thomas insisted, "Bringing you to my laboratory this time was also my own decision. It had nothing to do with anyone else."
Zheng Qing gave a humorless snort, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
"Why?"
At that moment, Zheng Qing had ten thousand whys in his heart, but when all those questions crowded at his lips, the only thing that came out