Memories in Han Fei's mind emerged amidst the sounds of wild laughter, the child holding a sharp knife, covered in blood, looking behind himself with a smile still on his face.
There were no bodies in the scene within the memory, but as the boy turned his head, everything was dyed red.
A blood-red colored dining room and the boy's sunny smile created a stark contrast.
It wasn't clear from the memory fragments why the boy was laughing, he seemed to have lost all human emotions, only showing that warm, healing smile.
The dining room's night light turned back on, its dim light dispelling the darkness.
Old Wolf and the two pools of blood on the ground had completely disappeared, as if the lanky monkey and Little Fatty had never been there.
Everything seemed to be returning to normal, except for Han Fei spiraling on the ground, holding his head. He pressed his hands firmly against his temple as though if he didn't, his head would split into two.
