"Yes. I kept dreaming about you. I mentioned it to Daddy, but he didn't really believe me. At the time, he didn't know you were alive until later. Daddy told me that when we were born, you were weak and had stopped breathing before help arrived. By the time aid arrived, you weren't breathing. They only took me with them, because they didn't expect you to still be alive."
Youyou only kept his head down but said nothing.
Suddenly concerned, Little Yichen asked, "So… is 'he' really gone?"
Youyou said nothing, but took a deep breath and looked up at him. His clear eyes began to fill with a rolling thick, dark fog that rolled over and over. It was demonic and frightening.
He didn't say anything, but just sitting there on the swing, exuding an aura that made it impossible to confront, Little Yichen was inexplicably alarmed.
It was him…
