Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

"Hey! Although we agreed to meet in the afternoon, you didn't have to come at the very last minute, right? Never mind, let's not dwell on that... Hurry up and get into bed, there are only 10 minutes left before the game starts."


Facing Catherine's cordial invitation, Yi Chen merely took slow steps forward, showing no intention to approach the bed.


Just as Catherine had said, with ten minutes—not ten seconds—left, there was still time to lounge, and he began to wander around the bedroom.


His fingers brushed across the tabletop, gliding over one exquisite item after another,


A music box, a carousel box, a clown riding a unicycle, a jewellery box, peculiar paper cuts, novels, and mirrors of three different sizes framed in pink plastic, wood, and metal, respectively.


The items, though feminine, corresponded to markedly different age groups.


Chapter 293: Falling into a Nightmare