"Jiang Mo..."
In a daze, I heard someone calling me from not too far behind. The voice was faint and unclear.
At first, I didn't pay it any mind, thinking I might be hearing things. But as the sound grew closer and clearer, I gradually realized—it really was calling my name.
That sent a chill straight down my spine.
Stopping in my tracks, I realized the person calling me was right behind me, the voice unusually clear, almost like my eldest brother’s.
"Jiang Mo, where are you going?"
"Jiang Mo, why aren’t you going home?"
"Jiang Mo, turn around!"
My brother's voice kept repeating these questions, like a broken record.
But right now, I was terrified.
I’m not an i***t—I couldn’t believe my brother would be in this small town in the middle of the night. And if he really was here, why
