I suffered from a strange disease. I was extremely afraid of cold. Any cold stimulation, or even words related to "cold, cold, ice..." Would make me itchy and unbearable. My skin would be scratched and infected repeatedly, and I could not live a normal life. The doctors were helpless. They finally diagnosed me with "psychogenic dermatitis" and pushed me to a psychological clinic.
One day after the consultation, a boy suddenly appeared and claimed to be my "younger brother", but I was clearly an only child.
Is he a human or a ghost? Is he here to take revenge on me?
The first suspense short story without CP.
Purpose: Family love and redemption
My Master Who Ascended to the Throne by Virtue of His Son