At this moment, Su Yuan returned to the living room with a photo album in hand.

  He walked over to Wu Ping, who was still in a daze, and spped the album onto the coffee table, speaking deliberately, "Auntie, I found this in your house."

  "You were rummaging through my things?" Wu Ping snapped back angrily as she regained her senses.

  "Auntie, he wasn't..." Song Xiaoxia tried to expin.

  "Let's not talk about that for now," Su Yuan interrupted. "Let's take a look at this album first."

  With that, Su Yuan opened the album. The first photo that caught his eye was...

  A carousel.

  He continued flipping through.

  A rocking car.

  A cw machine.

  An otter at an aquarium.

  A small stream.

  An empty meadow.

  A person dressed as Sun Wukong, crouching and making a peace sign at the camera.

  At the end of the album was a photo of Wu Ping.

  The background was a clear blue sky, and Wu Ping had one arm wrapped around her front, as if holding something, with the happiest smile in the world on her face.

  But... her arms were empty.

  "Auntie, why do you have so many strange photos in your house, and even made them into an album?" Su Yuan asked Wu Ping firmly, looking into her eyes.

  "I..."

  Wu Ping wanted to retort, what does it matter to you what photos I keep in my house? You haven't even expined why you were rummaging through my things!

  But at this moment, as she looked at the photos in the album, she felt something stir in her mind, and an inexplicable sadness welled up in her heart.

  Yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember where these photos came from.

  "Where did you find it?" Wu Ping's eyes were slightly red.

  "In the room inside," Su Yuan pointed with his hand. "Shall we go take a look, Auntie?"

  Wu Ping nodded numbly, and as she stood up, she swayed and nearly fell.

  Song Xiaoxia caught her, asking worriedly, "Are you okay, Auntie?"

  Wu Ping forced a smile, trying to appear calm, "I'm fine..."

  The three of them walked together to Mao Houwang’s room.

  The moment they entered, Su Yuan could clearly feel Wu Ping's breathing become rapid behind him.

  Wu Ping walked into the room, looking lost as she stared at the walls covered in bnk paper, appearing utterly desote.

  Seeing this, Su Yuan suddenly hesitated.

  Was he being too cruel by doing this?

  Did Wu Ping really need to remember?

  Could she truly bear the pain of losing a child?

  Would it be better for her to forget everything?

  No, that's not right.

  In an instant, Su Yuan's gaze became resolute again.

  It wasn't just for his own understanding of the supernatural.

  Living a life in ignorance and confusion would be cruel not only to Wu Ping but also to Mao Houwang.

  With this thought, Su Yuan pointed to the bnk paper on the wall and asked, "Auntie, why are there so many bnk papers on the walls of this room?"

  "I..."

  Before Wu Ping could answer, Su Yuan walked over to the desk, "Whose are these figurines and comic books? Are you and Uncle interested in these too?"

  Wu Ping didn't know what to say; she didn't even know the names of those cartoon characters.

  Su Yuan opened a drawer, "I found the album here. Whose diary is this?"

  "Do you and Uncle keep diaries? Why is it in this room, and why is it locked?"

  "What is the purpose of this room?"

  A series of questions left Wu Ping pale, and when she heard the st question, she finally trembled and tentatively said, "Guest room?"

  Her tone was more of a question than an answer.

  Even Wu Ping herself didn't understand why there were so many strange things in the house she was most familiar with, and she felt the sadness in her heart deepen.

  Song Xiaoxia stood beside Su Yuan, gently tugging at his sleeve, signaling him not to be so aggressive.

  "Guest room?" Su Yuan ignored her gesture and said directly, "I've seen all the rooms in your house. The one on the left is the master bedroom, and the one opposite is a guest room."

  "If this is also a guest room, do you have a lot of retives visiting? Why prepare two guest rooms?"

  Wu Ping's face turned even paler. She had no retives in Jiangyan City, and as a housewife, she cked social interactions and had few friends.

  Most of the time, she was alone at home.

  Why were there two guest rooms in the house?

  There were clearly many miscelneous items at home, and she had always wanted a storage room.

  Why...

  Wu Ping felt a headache coming on, as if something was trying to break free from her mind.

  Su Yuan continued, "Why are there three sets of toiletries in the bathroom? Is there someone else living here besides you and Uncle?"

  "Have you remembered what the photos are about?"

  "Do you know our homeroom teacher, Zhang Xiaoping?"

  "Do you have any impression of our senior year (10) css?"

  Wu Ping colpsed onto the bed.

  "One st question." Su Yuan bent down, looking directly into Wu Ping's eyes, "Auntie... do you have a child?"

  As the st word fell, the window in the room suddenly burst open with a gust of wind, smming against the wall with a loud "bang."

  The incandescent light on the ceiling emitted a "zzzz" sound, then began to flicker violently.

  "Ah!" Wu Ping knelt on the floor, clutching her head in pain.

  The younger sister, who had been humming a song, suddenly changed her expression and urgently shouted, "Brother, stop, don't ask anymore!"

  Su Yuan also sensed something was wrong; the scene was exactly like the precursor to the appearance of the bloody writing yesterday.

  "Stop, stop, stop!" Su Yuan hurriedly crouched down, shaking Wu Ping's shoulders, "Auntie, don't think about it, stop!"

  Song Xiaoxia was also frightened by the scene before her, "Auntie, don't think about it anymore..."

  Seeing Wu Ping still clutching her head in pain, Song Xiaoxia looked up at Su Yuan in a panic, "What do we do?"

  "Let's get her out of here first," Su Yuan felt that staying in this room any longer might lead to even bigger trouble.

  "Okay."

  Su Yuan and Song Xiaoxia supported Wu Ping out of Mao Houwang’s room, bringing her to the sofa in the living room.

  As soon as Wu Ping left Mao Houwang’s room, she felt much better.

  She no longer clutched her head in pain but sat on the sofa, gasping for breath, her back drenched in cold sweat.

  Song Xiaoxia breathed a sigh of relief, gently patting Wu Ping's back, "It's okay now, Auntie, don't think about it anymore."

  Su Yuan, on the other hand, cautiously observed the surroundings. After confirming there were no unusual changes, he finally rexed.

  He sat on the sofa, joining Song Xiaoxia in comforting Wu Ping.