Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Ah Fang was already used to the strange things happening around him. When he was moved away by the hand, he didn’t show any fear.
The little boy patted the dust away from his body and looked around. Even though there was no one in the bedroom, he still bowed politely in the air and said in a cute tone, “Thank you, Mom! I won’t go to the dangerous places!”
His small face was very cute. One couldn’t help but have the urge to pinch his cheeks. Ah Fang grabbed the crayons, toddled out of the bedroom, and found a book to draw in. He swayed his feet. The tail of his dinosaur pyjamas swayed with them.
“Even if you don’t show up, I know you’ve always been by my side.” Ah Fang hummed. He seemed so carefree as if he were not in the most famous haunted house in the east city. The room was silent.
After playing for half an hour, Ah Fang was tired. He put down the crayons, curled on the sofa and slept. Ah Fang’s breathing was even. He seemed to dream of something happy. His lips moved as if he was eating.
The curtains moved, and blood flowed down the window. However, the blood only flowed halfway down the window when it was stopped by something and obediently flowed backwards.
The bedroom door was lightly pushed open. A thin blanket flew out and landed on Ah Fang.
The shiny tea cup reflected an arm covered in wounds. The red dress covered the fingers. She reached slowly towards the boy. As if worried that her fingers’ coldness might awaken Ah Fang, the pale hand paused before it touched him.
The tall and thin woman stood beside the sofa. Her eyes moved. The wounded fingers picked up the book from the ground. In the dark room, the colourful drawings in the book stood out even more. Ah Fang had just drawn a giant cake. It was covered in a thick layer of cream and decorated with fruits.