Li Ang slowly raised his hand from his pocket, and for some reason, a black handgun appeared in his palm, exactly the one from the bedside table in the bedroom on the Second Floor of the Spirit Realm.
At the moment of seeing the gun, Steven's parents' expressions shifted from shock and disbelief to terror and despair, and then to a kind of helpless acceptance.
The couple hugged each other tightly, standing there without saying a word, already prepared,
while Barbara's face remained clouded, her lips tightly pressed, her facial muscles tense.
"...Do you really have to do this?"
Barbara spoke slowly, and the cross in her hand shone brightly, dispelling the black fog that pervaded the room,
or rather, the fog didn't need to be dispelled; it was deliberately released by Barbara to force Steven into action.
"Isn't dreaming better?
In the real world, you're a total failure, unloved, with no partner.
