"What's wrong? Is there something?"
After the sound of her gentle voice came out, the speaking voice also drifted in, but that voice was particularly hoarse, also especially weak. He could feel a sense of exhaustion from it, even standing at the door.
Is she still sick?
When he recalled it, the words of the plump aunt suddenly came to mind, and the hands in the pockets of his trench coat tightened abruptly, leading him to enter through the door.
At this moment, inside the room, the voice of the plump aunt also sounded: "It's nothing, just someone come to see you."
"Someone come to see me? Who? Didn't I say, no matter who comes looking for me, don't tell them I'm here? You..."
"It's me!"
The unfinished words were suddenly interrupted by a voice, and that voice was cool, familiar, and carried a chilling coldness that seemed to seep into one's bones.
