He opened his eyes, and the digital clock on the wall pointed exactly to midnight. Han Fei crawled up from the ground and looked around the gloomy living room.
"This place is damp and chilly, but after staying here for a while, it actually feels like home."
The rustling sound of electricity entered his ears as the television in the living room had been turned on by someone. Vague images appeared on the black and white snowy screen.
The door to the bedroom in the deepest part of the Haunted House was open. A child walked out from inside, his head hanging low as if he were under a curse, dragging his damaged body to the living room and sitting down on the sofa.
"Cui Tianci?"
The expression on the child's face kept changing, sometimes fierce and scary, sometimes simply confused. He seemed to be suppressing something with great effort.
Han Fei didn't dare to approach, and the child didn't bother him either.
