Red walls adorned with black windows, Blood Pearls slid down the window frames. A child in patient attire stood outside the window, his hand resting on the glass.
Han Fei stood in front of the window, watching the boy outside, never expecting to encounter the deceased child in this manner.
"Is that his soul in the window, or just a wisp of his consciousness?"
Slowly approaching, Han Fei didn't understand why, but it felt like he had seen Boy No. 4 before. Uncontrollably, his hand lifted, and he placed it on the window glass as well.
Separated by a painted window on the wall, Han Fei and Boy No. 4 stood face to face.
The palm of the boy outside met with Han Fei's against the window, his head tilting back, as if comparing Han Fei with someone from his memories.
As memories and reality overlapped, Boy No. 4 shook his head
