In the pitch-black room, only a few specks of firelight flickered.
Illuminated by the firelight, Huang Erniu's expression grew more and more savage. Bathed in darkness, he looked somewhat sinister and terrifying.
Not far ahead, two soundly sleeping children in tattered clothes remained undisturbed by Huang Erniu's movements.
"Hehehe... to be living like this... living is so tiring."
Huang Erniu took a step forward, his body trembling slightly. The anger in his eyes faded into calmness, a calmness tinged with a chilling cold.
"Every day is a struggle just for a bite to eat, but the food tastes as bland as wax."
"My children suffer with me, and my wife died because we had no money for treatment."
"When these two grow up, they'll just be like me... What's the point?"
Huang Erniu continued toward the two children on the bed, his tone becoming crazed and delirious, as if possessed.
A sinister chill gradually filled the air, and the temperature in the room began to drop.
