The entire Jun Family was surrounded by countless crows for seven days, their calls filling the air, and no thod could drive them away.
The crows were so nurous that outsiders worried they might be devoured by them.
During those seven days, the household was filled with anxious whispers; everyone said sothing bad was going to happen.
"What color were the eyes of those crows?" Jun Moyan suddenly asked an offbeat question.
"Eyes?" Jun Qing was taken aback, not quite following the turn in the conversation.
But after carefully recalling, he still answered, "Just ordinary crows, their eyes naturally black. Many people recorded videos, but later they were all banned."
Ordinary crows?
Was this really just a coincidence, or was it related to that crow with red eyes?
If it was related to that crow with red eyes, then hadn’t the Blood Crow been watching him since he was born?
"Where was my mother from? How did you et my mother? Does my mother’s family still have other mbers?"
He didn’t have many mories of his mother. In his mory, she was a woman of outstanding beauty and gentle temperant, soft and gentle to everyone.
After his mother died, he changed drastically, spending a very long ti not speaking to anyone, locking himself in his room, and not interacting with the outside world.
He still rembered how it was his second brother who had soone push him to his room door every day, and patiently talked to him through the door, reading books to him.
And he sat there, holding himself, squatting behind the door, quietly listening.
Yet he never responded with a word.
Jun Wuchen ca every day, spending nearly ten of the twenty-four hours a day at his door, talking to him a lot, even though he never responded.
And at that ti, Jun Wuchen was only two years older than him, often misreading words when reading...
He couldn’t rember how he had convinced himself, in what mood he had finally opened the door.
All he knew was that the mont he opened the door, it wasn’t just Jun Wuchen outside, but also his grandfather.
It was his grandfather who had been pushing Jun Wuchen to co to him every day.
He had never asked about his mother, hadn’t ever, because she was no longer there, so he didn’t want to understand.
"Your mother..." When it ca to Jun Moyan’s mother, Jun Qing’s eyes misted over, looking out at the night through the window, his heart filled with longing and guilt.
After a long while, he finally spoke:
"Your mother was an ordinary person, from a place not far from the Capital City, a place called Star River Town. She was an orphan, and I t her at a family café where she worked."
He seed reluctant to elaborate, answering Jun Moyan’s questions but saying no more.
"Did my mother have any birthmarks?" Jun Moyan originally wanted to say tattoo but felt that might not be quite right.
"No," Jun Qing answered very surely.
"Do you have any?"
"..." Jun Qing looked at Jun Moyan, finding him very strange tonight.
Why ask such odd questions?
"Just answer."
"No."
"..." He shouldn’t have held much hope for his own origins, this was surely the doing of the master behind the red-eyed crows, probably the Demon Clan that Xiaoguai spoke of.
Not only was the adversary lurking in the dark, but they were also demons, making Jun Moyan feel an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.
What exactly they wanted, he would probably only know when they achieved their goal and revealed themselves...
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