I Only Sell Murder Houses

Five in the morning.

We waited all the way until then. During that time, none of us went over to disturb those two brothers.

Just before dawn, Rat brought Xiao Xuan back to us.

“Go on…”

He let go of Xiao Xuan’s hand and gently nudged him forward.

Xiao Xuan obediently walked toward us. The tears he had been holding back finally broke free. He looked up at Rat, his two little hands clutching the hem of his shirt for dear life.

Even then, he still didn’t make a sound.

He already knew Rat was dead. He was heartbroken too. He was only eight years old. Even if he had cried and screamed and rolled around on the ground, we would have understood.

I couldn’t imagine how an eight-year-old could have such a strong heart.