The balloon-like head was knocking on the train window with its forehead, all the while uttering low, beguiling whispers...
And within the mist, even more "balloons" appeared one by one.
The old dean, Xiao Chuan...
And Colin even saw his father's face, which he had only seen in photographs.
Like the others, it floated outside the train window, its forehead pressing against the glass. In the glow of the bonfire, his pale face was unsettling as it stared at him, lips wriggling, calling out:
"Daddy's here, come over..."
"Didn't you always ask where daddy was when you were little?"
"Quick, see what daddy has brought you..."
The knocking sounds were continuous, like raindrops, filled with an intangible eeriness.
At the same time, Colin saw that the two employees beside him were somewhat dazed, they seemed to want to look away, but their gazes were magnetically locked on the window, unable to move.
