No.

He knows it.

He clenched his fists.

The finger bones are a bit rugged and pale.

This person is the same as him...

They all saw creatures that others could not see...Philipp...

I clearly saw it...

Why...they are different?

The boy couldn't help but tighten his body.

Otherwise, he would be afraid that the sudden surge of emotions in his heart would destroy him.

He himself felt caught off guard...

The emotions were so sudden...

...

Very strange...

Isn't it?

The boy pursed his lips.

Why is the person in front of him different from him?

There is no gloom of him.

There was no surprise or surprise from him.

Without him... obscure.

This person is like the person he meets who cannot see...

There is no haze in my eyes.

Why?

Shouldn't they be the same?

...

Unfair.

The boy suddenly tightened his clenched fists even more.

Why is he so... miserable?

“…I saw Philippians when I was very young…”

The boy unconsciously repeated what he had said before.

"I've seen other things before Phipphi..."

“…”

...

Xiao Xiao was very calm and quiet.

There was no look of confusion because of the boy's sudden narrative.

...

“I was still very young at that time…”

"I don't know how to hide..."

"Speak out whatever you see..."

It has been so long, but now it seems to have happened yesterday.

He remembers it very clearly.

He was not surprised.

In the past, whenever he felt very wronged or felt extremely uncomfortable, he would fantasize about it.

I fantasize that there is someone to help him.

The other party will listen to him.

Will believe his words.

He told his own experiences over and over again in his fantasy.

...

"My mother thought I was a childless person and didn't take it seriously."

"Say it as I say."

"But later I saw that I was getting older, but I was still talking about the same thing as the Golden Globes."

"Mom started to correct me."

"She told me not to joke."

"I said I don't like reading fairy tales, but why do I like to play such childish games?"

"I'm very confused."

"It just doesn't matter how I explain it, it seems that my mother can't understand what I said."

"I even annoyed my mom later."

“…I’m very angry too.”

"But children are always afraid of their parents."

"I didn't dare to say anything else when I saw my mother get angry."

"But next time I told my dad."

"I was just holding a very childish idea at the time. I didn't want to share the strange creatures I saw with my mother who didn't believe me..."

"But what disappointed me is that my father's attitude is the same as my mother."

"They don't understand..."

"I was already in the fifth grade of elementary school at that time, and I was no longer the age to believe in fairy tales."

"I'm still a boy, why are you still playing that fantasy game..."

"They had a serious talk with me."

"It would be misunderstood to say that I was seen by others like this."

"Let me stop playing like this next time."

...

"I don't quite understand."

“I’m not playing…”
Chapter completed!