His silver eyes were fading rapidly, becoming transparent, and his body grew increasingly stiff.
Yet he didn't cry out in pain, didn't get angry, he just looked at "Xixi" with a very strange, puzzled, bewildered gaze.
"Why? What on earth did I do wrong?" His voice was soft, filled with deep sadness.
"Xixi" sniffled and stubbornly looked at him: "You said that if I want to leave, it can only happen if you die, so I want you dead!"
"I see, so that's how it is—" That man smiled as if he understood many things, and said: "Before you go, check your bedroom, I prepared a gift for you."
After saying this, the man suddenly spewed a mouthful of dark blood and instantly lost consciousness.
...
With a 'snap,' a noise echoed in the wooden house; the floor creaked again, and the LCD TV was slowly pushed back into the floor.
Ye Xixi caught a unique scent and slowly opened her eyes.
Still the wooden house, still the clean table, still empty.
