"Is Dad okay?"
"He... he's fine."
"Does he still play chess every day? He's such a rotten chess player, always reneging on moves and cheating. I bet he's still the same."
"...Yes."
"Was he very upset when I left?"
"Sometimes he looks at your photos, from when you were a baby until you went to school."
Su Ming'an chatted with Zhao Mingming for a while; she was originally a bloodthirsty "anomaly," her red dress constantly dripping blood, yet she cried the whole time in front of him.
Until Su Ming'an glanced at the time, two hours left before dawn, and said goodbye to her.
"I should be going, Zhao Mingming."
"Hmm." The girl wiped her blood-stained tears and saw him off.
She stood alone under the slanted moonlight from the window, her red dress fluttering, her lively appearance seemed from another world. Su Ming'an walked out a few steps and suddenly returned: "Will you leave here?"
