The Foolish Boy didn't care, dashed upstairs, jumped onto Uncle Ah Fei's bed with a brisk step, and buried his face in his arms, still shivering uncontrollably despite being in a familiar environment.
Li Wenli and the others had already cleaned the place, and the tattered quilt Uncle Ah Fei used was buried with him, leaving only a wiped clean bed.
The cold moonlight streamed through the window, slowly covering the back of the foolish boy as if draping him with a silver blanket.
However, the blanket had no warmth, and the foolish boy did not notice this silent moonlight; he still couldn't help shivering uncontrollably on the bed.
Just as the Foolish Boy was trapped in terrifying memories of being chased, suddenly, a scent of meat filled the room.
Soon, a warm hand rested on his shoulder.
"Shivering like this, are you hungry?"