Chaochao didn't notice that the box had been moved.

I only saw the little snacks inside that hadn't been touched at all.

The little dumpling stamped its feet in frustration.

Why aren't you eating yet? Won't the snacks be sad if you keep acting like this?

Chaochao was practically ready to pull up his pants, open his mouth wide, and take the plunge himself.

But Chaochao hesitated at the last minute.

If you go in, do you have to roll out again?

If I roll over, I'll feel dizzy, my mother-in-law will get worried, then we'll have to see a doctor, and then...

inject!

Chaochao suddenly woke up.

I'd better not go in.

She glanced one last time at the young man by the window, then sadly closed the door.

On the clear glass, as that gaze disappeared, the dark wooden door behind them slowly closed.

Having remained in the same position for an unknown period of time, the boy stiffened for three or four seconds when he raised his fingers, then let out a very low laugh.

If you can't use your legs, does that mean you can't use your hands either?

What a... good-for-nothing.

He maneuvered his wheelchair and, expressionless, knocked over a snack box, spilling colorful snacks all over the floor.

Pei Yushen's face was cold and stern as he drove his wheelchair directly over the scattered snacks, crushing the packaging and crushing the cookies.

He swept over it again and again, leaving the carpet in a mess, but the boy's face remained calm.

...

In the living room.

After watching an episode of Peppa Pig, Chaochao felt a little sleepy. She glanced at Huoqin, who was still working at high speed, and her little head couldn't help but wonder why her dad didn't feel tired while working, but she got sleepy just watching cartoons?

The little dumpling got up and asked Aunt Song for a cup of hot milk.

With sleepy eyes, Chaochao held a cup of warm milk in her little hands and presented it to Huo Qin: "Daddy, drink!"

Huo Qin put down his pen, took the hot milk, and looked down at the little dumpling with his eyes half-closed: "Go to sleep early if you're sleepy."

"Then, then I'll go upstairs... Daddy, come up soon..." Chaochao rubbed her eyes. "Oh, and remember to drink the glass of milk in the kitchen."

Huo Qin: "..."

Why do you have so many worries at such a young age?

The sleepy little dumpling was about to go upstairs when she couldn't help but stop as she passed Pei Yushen's room.

Or, let's take one last look today.

What if Brother Yu Shen ate it?

Then she can finally get a good night's sleep.

Thinking this, the little dumpling mustered her strength and leaned against the door, her misty eyes peering inside—

On the light-colored carpet lay the broken pieces of snacks, and right next to them, the culprit boy leaned back in his chair, silent.

Everything collided to create a chaotic and "bloody" sense of horror.

In an instant, all the sleepiness in Chaochao's head vanished.