Chapter 11 - Papa and Mama Should Not Fight (3)

I had a dream. It was different from the usual. In this dream I strolled down the corridor hall. It was a long corridor, wide and endless. There seemed to be no end. There was no light too. It was darkness. The only light penetrating through was the moonlight. On this wide, endless darkness, I was the only one walking.

How long have I been walking? It felt like forever.

At last, I hear the sound of someone other than me.

The sound was low, but heavy enough to recognize it was footsteps. It was sharp and the tapping of the shoe hitting the ground seemed like it was a pointed shoe.

I turn my eyes around to the directional sound of the shoes, and see someone walking closer.

I look down. The shoes of the man looked quite expensive. I examined his bottoms. It was a well-ironed black pants. As for his upper body, he wore a white visible shirt.

The distance between me and that man was close, so very close. I stopped walking and looked at his face. He had blonde hair, but was cut short and neatly.

I wanted to take a closer look at his features, but strangely enough, I couldn’t see through it well. He had red lips and it seemed blurry for a short moment. His mouth then moved and said…

“…….”

Our mouths were shut tight again.

This kid…