"Of course, I need a few new summer clothes. Mom gave me some pocket money," the original Yunfeng said brightly, a warm, easy smile lighting up his face.
In his ghostly, invisible state, Yunfeng watched him, heart aching with every passing second. He stood silently as the young boy flung open his closet, scattering clothes onto the floor without a care. He finally settled on a white t-shirt and a pair of black pants, holding them up proudly before slipping into them with all the excitement of a normal boy about to spend a simple, happy afternoon.
And then—humming a soft, cheerful tune—the original Yunfeng skipped out of the house, pocket money tucked safely into his jeans.
Yunfeng felt himself being pulled—an invisible tether tugging at his chest, binding him to the boy. He had no control over his movements; he simply followed, helpless, as if the universe refused to let him turn away.
