“You know Rong won’t hurt you, will always protect you, you want to come with me, right?” Si Nan: “…” Zhou Rong’s thick and domineering voice directly poured into his ear, like hypnosis entering a dream. “Zhou Rong…” he said nervously in a low voice, avoiding eye contact. “It’s me, look at me.” Zhou Rong turned his exquisitely shaped chin again: “It’s okay, I’m here to pick you up, you’re safe… be good, be obedient, look at me.” Si Nan’s wavering gaze was finally caught by Zhou Rong, forced to make eye contact. Zhou Rong’s deep gaze seemed to contain an invisible power. After a moment, something violent finally slightly retreated from the bottom of his eyes, softly calling out with an uncertain tone: “…Zhou Rong?” Zhou Rong leaned down and kissed his trembling eyelids, then moved down, kissing his nose wing, cheeks, and lips. That warm and gentle contact like sunshine dispersed the rainstorm, memories returning to a summer day, in a dense forest, with a young boy tiptoeing to kiss a special forces soldier’s chin, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes. “…Zhou Rong.”
“Si Nan murmured. Though it was just an ordinary call of a name, Zhou Rong’s heart instantly softened, unconsciously humming and instinctively rubbing the tender white soft flesh at the back of his neck. Si Nan fell silent. Zhou Rong felt the body beneath him slightly relaxing, a huge stone falling from his heart, he loosened his restraints and gave Yan Hao a look to push the motorcycle, then casually held the assault rifle, pulling tight the gun strap that was about to slip off his shoulder – Then he reached out, wanting to carry Si Nan horizontally. But at that moment, Si Nan caught a glimpse of him holding the assault rifle. Reality reflected through the retina into the brain, being exaggerated, distorted, magnified… Run! Run quickly! “Why do we lose our freedom, get plundered and imprisoned?” The little boy, holding his mother’s hand, looked up and asked: “Mom, does God love the world?
In the light halo, the mother lowered her head, her familiar face gradually distorting, rotten black spots climbing her beautiful face, maggots and soil covering her amber-like eyes, her flesh falling off her fingers, exposing white bones, all reflected in the little boy’s terrified eyes.
