"Nianzu, is everything alright? Your face looks so pale!"
Shen Nianzu had no idea how he made it to the dining table. He blinked, staring at the worried faces of his parents in front of him, then shook his head numbly. Was this yet another gap in his memory? Or was he simply unaware of the passing time due to the shock he had experienced…?
A heavy stone weighed down on his chest, leaving him stifled whenever he recalled the scene of the clean bathroom. It was impossible for another person to enter his room and clean up the mess without him noticing, so the only possibility left was… everything was not real. It was just a hallucination conjured up by his own brain.
…No, impossible! Shen Nianzu gritted his teeth. He had no idea where such a strong conviction came from, but every cell in his body was boiling and clamoring, unwilling to accept this kind of answer no matter what!
Was this the so-called 'intuition'?
