The death curse devoured the young couple, and the man used the shadows of the entire room to lift his wife. He did not approach Laisheng again but simply glanced from afar at the sleeping child.
One-eyed, maintaining his sanity, carried a look of reluctance, but he had no other choice.
He, dressed in Blood Clothes, slowly bowed to Han Fei. When he saw Han Fei lift Laisheng from the sofa, a trace of gratitude flowed from his eyes.
The two men did not exchange more words, one lifted his wife, dragging all the shadows in the room towards the mirror, while the other lifted Laisheng and walked toward the darkness outside.
The separation was faster than imagined.
The door closed, and at the moment the door panels shut, Han Fei could feel the child in his arms trembling.
He looked down and saw the child's face covered in tears, unsure if it was because he had dreamt of the farewell or because he hadn't been fully asleep.