Actually, Ji Yunmiao had died on that rainy night long ago. What survived was merely a walking corpse, a walking corpse with no perception of the world. Whenever there was thunder, someone would come to take him away. Where to?
To a place without any more pain.
But I don't want to go. If I left, what would Yaya do?
Yaya had struggled so much; how could he bear to leave her...
Don't...
He hugged his head, crouching in the corner of the room, but the thunder seemed to grow louder and louder, so loud that his head felt like it was about to explode.
Suddenly, he fell to the ground, rolling back and forth on the cold floor, his head aching terribly...
The car pulled up right outside the living room, Yun Ya jumped out and ran quickly upstairs, pushing open the room door, "Miaomiao?"
Upon seeing Yun Ya return, Aunt Li immediately walked over with a surprised delight, "Miss, you're back. Please come and see, the little master has locked himself in the bathroom."