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It was just... just a dream.
Li Teng subconsciously touched the scar hidden beneath his hair on his forehead.
He could no longer clearly remember how he got that scar.
Most likely, it was inflicted by his mentally ill mother, wasn't it?
Since this was just a Scripted World, Li Teng decided to have a good talk with his parents tomorrow.
About what exactly they had hidden from him and hadn't told him.
That had once felt very difficult for him.
More than fifty years ago, he had refused to understand them and had never thought of initiating conversation with them.
Now, that internal rebellion had long since dissipated with the passing of many years.
Then have a good talk with them.
It didn't matter anymore, consider it a requirement for completing the Scripted World.
Li Teng pushed open the bedroom door, went out to the living room, checked that the bathroom was unoccupied before heading in, quickly took care of business, and then returned to his bedroom.
