Chapter 479: Don't Turn Around, Don't Blame Me for Having a Sweet Dream

The Upper City's butt had long since gone lights out, the night sky wrapping the entire Lower City like melted asphalt.

In the dilapidated residential compound there weren't even a few streetlights, only the scattered lights spilling from a few households' windows, tracing a few blurry light traces in the darkness.

Feng Yuhuai trotted to catch up with her father, her little white shoes knocking out a string of urgent crisp sounds on the cement ground.

She stood on tiptoe, considerately draping the uniform coat over her father.

She tilted her face up, faint micro-light sprinkling on her pitch-black pupils:

"Dad, did something happen? You look very flustered."

Her voice carried just-the-right-amount of worry.

Feng Ju's facial muscles twitched unnaturally once, he raised his hand and rubbed his daughter's hair top, forcing out a smile:

"Not flustered, it's surprise Dad has a colleague, originally thought he died in the sewer, didn't expect he actually came back alive."

He deliberately strengthened his tone and explained:

"Originally thought a dead person, result lost and regained, that kind of surprise really is."

The night wind rolled up fallen leaves on the ground, spinning in circles at the father and daughter's feet.

Feng Yuhuai obediently nodded, her hair strands blown by the wind lightly drifting: "Lost and regained, indeed very surprising."

The corner of her mouth hooked a sweet arc, yet the bottom of her eyes knotted ice.

The residential compound was silent and empty, Feng Ju returned late, the car's parking spot also very remote.

"Alright, Yu Huai, you go back." Feng Ju said to his obedient daughter.

Yet Feng Yhuai linked her father's arm, shaking it coquettishly:

"No, I just want to stay with Dad a while longer."

Feng Yuhuai's words were from her true heart, she cherished every minute and every second spent with her father tonight.

If possible, how she wished this road leading to the front of the car could extend infinitely like a fairy tale's magic path, could just keep walking side by side like this, walking to the end of time.

Feng Ju's expression softened, he reached out and touched his daughter's head, the night wind though cold, but his heart was warm and cozy.

Unfortunately, the night wind's urged footsteps still walked to the car side.

The two walked side by side, Feng Yuhuai's little white shoes emitting slight patter sounds, while Feng Ju's mechanical arm regularly emitted metal friction sounds.

The blue white car indeed was parked very remotely, the car body covered in dust, like a metal coffin waiting for its owner.

Feng Ju pulled open the car door, turned to look at his daughter.

"Dad will come back when busy work is done." His voice was much gentler than usual, "Wait for Dad at home."

Feng Yuhuai obediently nodded, both hands folded placed in front of her body, like an exquisite doll.

The night wind blew her skirt hem, blooming a white flower at her feet.

Feng Ju smiled, just about to bend down and climb into the driver's seat, suddenly pulled by a force.

The young girl's slender arms embraced his waist from behind, strength shockingly great.

She pressed her face against her father's back, deeply inhaling, as if wanting to carve this temperature into memory.

"Dad, I love you."

Her voice sweet to the point of cloying, carrying a kind of pathological attachment,

"I will forever be your proudest daughter."

Feng Ju's body froze.

The last time his daughter hugged him like this was still when she couldn't reach the candy box on the cupboard.

Memory just about to surge up, a burst of bone-piercing chill suddenly penetrated his chest.

He slowly lowered his head——

A palm woven from blood-colored silk threads, was slowly extending from his chest.

Those threads wriggled like living things, bringing out tiny blood beads at the penetration point.

In the palm center, a bright red heart was still beating, every contraction squeezing out warm blood.

"Whose hand is this, and whose heart is this?"

Feng Ju's pupils violently trembled, his brain a blank.

He wanted to turn his head, but discovered his neck was entangled by countless fine hair strands, each deeply cutting into skin, hooking and pulling the rotation's arc.

"Dad, don't turn around,"

From his back came his daughter's voice, voice still sweet and obedient, as if merely saying goodnight to her father.

Warm breath seeped through the thin shirt into his skin, yet that temperature made him feel like falling into an ice cave.

"As long as you don't turn around, what you remember will forever be your daughter's most beautiful appearance."

Feng Ju's throat emitted hoarse breathing sounds, his mechanical arm made clicking sounds, internal gears jammed by red silk threads.

"Why... why?"

He laboriously rotated his eyeballs, seeing the scene reflected on the car window glass.

The obedient daughter's whole face was buried in his back, just like when she was little and carried by him, soft long hair resting on his neck, the scene warm enough to almost make one trance.

But the sensation from inside his body was incomparably real, he could feel——something was wandering inside his body.

Not pain, but a kind of eerie, invaded sensation. Living things wriggling in his blood vessels, shuttling through gaps in mechanical parts, like spiders weaving webs and nesting inside his body.

Pain and fear surged like a tide, Feng Ju's vision began to blur.

"Why."

He squeezed out this question once again, voice hoarse to the point of almost being out of tune.

Feng Yuhuai's face lightly rubbed against his back, warm tears soaked through his shirt, seeping into skin.

"Dad, don't blame me."

Her voice carried innocent grievance,

"I'm only following your words, to walk every step of the road firmly and steadily, never falling into danger."

Feng Yuhuai used both arms to hold her father tighter:

"But Dad, the storage card in your pocket could be my greatest danger. Why don't you hand it over to Big Brother, and keep it yourself instead?"

The words behind, Feng Ju could no longer hear clearly.

His vision completely darkened, and in his final consciousness, what he felt was his daughter's cold fingers lightly brushing his cheek—that touch was gentle enough to break the heart, as if treating a fragile, precious collectible.

Blood-red silk threads receded like a tide, leaving only a withered shell.

Feng Yuhuai carefully supported her father's lightly drifting body, as if holding an exquisite doll.

She placed the corpse on the driver's seat, gently arranging it into a leaning posture, burying that face she loved most deep in the shadows.

"This is good."

She muttered to herself, stuffing that shriveled heart back into the hollow chest cavity, even carefully smoothing the creases of her father's uniform.

And from beginning to end, she never let Feng Ju turn his head.

Just as she told her father, as long as her father did not turn his head, her memory would forever freeze on the face of her father proud of her.

The night wind brushed across the empty parking lot, lifting several dry leaves, stirring the quiet shadows on the ground.

Feng Yuhuai stood quietly outside the car door, her face covered with mottled tear tracks.

When she raised her hand to wipe, the fresh blood on her fingertip dragged a bewitching trace across her cheek.

But in an instant, that sweet and lovely smile returned to her face.

She stood on tiptoe, pressing the final light kiss on the back of her father's head; when her lips touched the cold, withered skin, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Good night, Dad."

Feng Yuhuai's voice was light as a feather drifting down,

"Have a good dream!!!"

End of Chapter