"Hehehe."

I looked at the tall, thin man in front of me, holding a white towel and laughing foolishly. I couldn't help but feel a headache.

Why are there so many strange people? I thought it was just a simple matter of finding a child, but now it seems more complicated.

If I delay here...

Seeing me frown, Auntie pulled the fool over.

"He's just a fool. Why did you come here, Auntie?"

The fool smiled and didn't answer, muttering, "Hand in hand, I also want to hold hands."

"Alright, let's hold hands." Auntie smiled at the fool. The fool continued to chuckle.

"Who did you say is holding hands with whom?"

"Three people holding hands, hehehe, many people, hitting me, wuwuwu." As if thinking of something frightening, the fool ran out crying while holding his head.

"This..."

"Just tidy up."

Auntie was tidying up the bedding, and I looked at the photo on the bedside table.

Three people were laughing heartily in the sunlight, two boys and a girl who looked almost identical, and a beautiful young woman.

The busy woman hunched her back, strands of white hair by her ears, and the veins on her pale wrists were clearly visible.

That woman, she must have been thin like her too. I wonder how she's doing now.