The room was shrouded in darkness, with only slivers of sunlight seeping through the closed curtains, casting faint illumination. As a result, the figures of the middle-aged man and the boy remained obscure, their appearances and features blurred.
"Good, just hold on, it will soon fade away," the middle-aged man reassured his son, approaching him with measured steps. He crouched down to closely examine the intricate network of green veins that converged beneath his son's skin.
The middle-aged man gently pressed against one of the green veins, eliciting a groan of pain from his son. "Does it hurt?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern.
"Just a little, father..." the boy replied, but his subsequent expression suddenly froze. "Stay away from me, father! I feel like I'm going to explode!" he bellowed, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at his father.
