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In the pitch-black room, there really wasn't a shred of light; the sun couldn't penetrate this place at all. The darkness here seemed almost deliberately created.
Perhaps it was only in such a sealed environment that the boy in the corner could feel a trace of safety.
Zero was certain that there was no such person in his memories, but inexplicably, he felt this person was very familiar, as if he knew him very well.
Along with this, many memories that had never surfaced before emerged.
The boy rarely showed his vulnerability in front of others, because he had a perfect father.
Zero even remembered a time when the little boy was crying in the town while watching a girl from the middle school walking with her mother under a parasol.
This scene was just witnessed by someone, and everyone knew whose child he was, so they found it very strange.