He looked up, in the empty room, unable to stop crying, thinking about Jiang Si, and the purple girl he transformed into, thinking about so many things.
He wondered how Jiang Si would view him, even pondered what the last look meant after the transformation.
Maybe they didn't look, maybe it was just his illusion.
But his heart kept reminiscing that gaze over and over.
We are family connected by blood.
This thought made his mind somewhat complex and confused.
From unfamiliar annoyance to the fear that came later.
Until now.
He couldn't distinguish what he was thinking anymore.
Longing? Envy? Admiration? Or, something else?
Twisted and distorted...
He forced himself not to overthink.
In the house his mother lived in, he slept for a night.
It was the most restful sleep he had in a long time.
The next day, he greeted the surrounding neighbors, gave everyone gifts to thank them for their help and effort.
Then he returned home.
