The night is endless. Looking from the rooftop of the second floor of the villa, you can see the shadowy outline of the mountain not far away. The mountain breeze blows, taking away a trace of the heat, leaving only a little coolness.
Owen stood on the edge of the rooftop, his arms resting on the carved railing in front of him, a scarlet light flickering between his fingers.
Nearly twenty hours have passed since last night. During this day, Owen has felt the most uneasy and...hugely confused person he has ever felt in his nearly thirty years of life.
An evening breeze blew across his face, and the air was filled with moist, fresh moisture, just as if he had been standing at the bathroom door last night, with moist mist flowing out from the half-open door and seemingly lingering around his nose.
He stood at the other end of the door, and heard the boy's low, whispering moans in the bathroom, accompanied by the faint sound of water.
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