บท 370: Wilted Flower

In the blink of an eye, the world around Xu Zeng shifted. One moment, he was in the familiar embrace of the greenhouse, surrounded by his brother's master piece, the place he felt most at peace in; the next, he found himself abruptly transported to the barely functional space they shared.

A disorienting whirlwind of sensations enveloped him—the scent of blood mingled with the heady aroma of wine, an unexpected assault that seized his senses. Panic surged within Xu Zeng as he tried to make sense of the abrupt transition.

His eyes desperately sought his brother in the confusion, and there he was—Xu Feng, the sibling he had been working to reconnect with. The almost familiar figure was only a short distance away from him, but before Xu Zeng could utter a word, a chilling realization gripped his heart.

A visual he couldn't unsee mingled with the strong scent.