"Who the hell are you?" Su Xuan asked the red-clothed figure, who seemed eerily inscrutable yet was so beautiful it was almost unreal.
The figure, clad in a timeless red garment, smiled silently at Su Xuan before suddenly vanishing.
This must really be a hallucination of mine!
Su Xuan had seen the red-clothed figure near the crematorium. He thought he might have been influenced by the atmosphere of the place and imagined such a person. The youthful phantom at home, however, might have truly existed—after all, the prescription was real.
He collected himself and drove home. He also silently warned himself to smell the scent from the small porcelain bottle less in the future, lest he drive himself mad.
After arriving home, he saw his younger siblings playing with Dabai, and Wang Xuehan was also there.
"Su Xuan, you're back!" Upon seeing Su Xuan, Wang Xuehan immediately came up to greet him.
"Senior Sister, does your father not need you to look after him anymore?" Su Xuan asked.
