“Lin Lin! Tell me honestly, where are your clothes in the wardrobe? Why is there nothing there? No wonder you locked yourself in for so long, with books scattered everywhere. What are you hiding from me?” Lin Feng’s mother grew suspicious, beginning a thorough search of the room, naturally starting with the wardrobe that Lin Feng was still guarding. Lin Feng, pushed aside by his mother, seemed not to react to her scolding, standing there dumbly, repeatedly lifting his left hand, examining it as if trying to find a flower blooming on it.
The wardrobe full of women’s underwear had mysteriously vanished from the closet. In the blink of an eye, they had all disappeared! “What’s wrong with your hands, Linlin?” Lin Feng’s mother hadn’t noticed anything odd, but seeing her son in a daze, she couldn’t be bothered to scold him anymore. She stepped forward, grabbed his hands, and scrutinized them carefully. “Mom, I’m fine!” Lin Feng forced a dry laugh and quickly withdrew his hands, fearing that his mother might really see something amiss in his palms. “Mom, didn’t you call me for dinner? What delicious food did you make today?” Lin Feng tried to muster some energy and quickly changed the subject, while his hands were discreetly rubbing behind his back. Despite his palms turning red from the rubbing, he seemed to have no intention of stopping, leaving one to wonder what exactly he had touched that made him so restless and distraught.
