"Henna... I... Have been waiting for you..."
The sweaty boy woke up from his dream with confusion on his face. His dark eyes were dull and lifeless, and his beautiful eyebrows were tightly knitted together. He lifted up his sweat-soaked hair, and his heart was filled with an empty panic and sadness.
"It's this dream again..."
He had been having this strange dream for several days. Hener took a long breath and stood up while recalling the scene in the dream.
In the dream, a gentle voice kept calling my name. I looked for the direction of the voice and came to a quaint courtyard. There was a huge ancient tree in the courtyard occupying two-thirds of the courtyard. A vague figure stood under the tree and kept calling me...
As soon as he opened the curtains, he saw a red-haired boy trying to climb up the window like an octopus. The boy froze up and stared at the person who chose to ignore him with a playful smile. He pointed at the window and opened his mouth to say something.
As soon as the red-haired boy entered the room, he threw himself onto the soft bed very gracefully and buried himself in the quilt that still had residual warmth.
Hener watched expressionlessly, smelling the strong smell of alcohol in the air, veins popped up on his forehead, and said lightly
"How long do you want to stay here with me..."
The young man on the bed took the initiative and took out a crumpled letter from his arms like a treasure.
"Hey! By the way. There is a letter from you here, and the sender is not marked on it,"
Seeing that it was wrinkled and even had unknown stains on it, after noticing Hener's disgusted look, he hurriedly said
"It's strange that this letter was thrown into the flower bed. If it weren't for my bright eyes, you might not be able to see this letter now..."
Hener frowned, and when he seemed to have guessed what the unknown liquid was, his expression became even more ugly. He endured the discomfort and opened the envelope.
"Hey, don't look at me like this. I didn't know there were envelopes in the flower bed. Speaking of which, you are so..."
Sensing the strangeness of the atmosphere, the young man became quiet for a moment, until Hener's cold voice sounded calmly.
"Shi Shanyue is dead..."
Concept: Everyone has some wonderful ideas and wants to write them down