When he caught sight of Master Shen's mangled corpse, he shuddered and averted his gaze away in panic, hugging his own body. Shivering as if he was standing naked on top of a snowy mountain, the icy storm battering down on his body.
"Wake up, Nianzu… you have to wake up now…"
But what if… what if he could not wake up? Shen Nianzu began to feel a sense of loss, his consciousness blurred as if shrouded in a thick layer of fog. What if he could not wake up? What, then? Would he be trapped in this nightmare forever, forced to confront the reality that—
He had killed his parents.
His mother, his father, and Qing Mo… he had killed them with his own hands.
What if they were real—and he was the monster hiding amongst them instead?
