The Truth of the Past

Inside the bedroom, there was no response. Deng’s mother, frightened, leaned against the door, cautiously watching the darkness in the living room.

“Drip, drip, drip…”

The sound of water droplets from the faucet was amplified in the darkness.

Suddenly, a drop of liquid fell from the ceiling, landing on Deng’s mother’s head. A cool breeze brushed against the back of her neck.

A cold hand slowly pressed against her neck from behind.

Deng’s mother trembled in fear, her hands gripping the wall as she cried out, “Please don’t kill me… I haven’t done anything…”

“If you have grievances, seek revenge from those who wronged you, not me.”

“I have nothing to do with you…”

Suddenly, Yun Zhan chuckled in her ear, “Nothing to do with me? How can that be?”

“People like you, greedy and selfish, typical despicable individuals, are best suited to be my sustenance…”