Lin Yuhui followed the sound to a bedroom suite, where an elderly couple stood supporting each other.
“My little Theodore,” the old woman murmured through her tears,
“George, I can't even sit at the dinner table anymore,” she said, glancing at her husband as she wiped her eyes.
“Gillian, don't be like this. Let him rest in peace,” her husband comforted her.
“Hmm,”
“It was his fate.”
With that, George took his wife's hand and helped her rise.
“Dinner is served,” he said, leading her toward the dining room.
Oh, it was already dinnertime. Lin Yuhui couldn't help but marvel at how he'd lost track of time. Glancing outside, he saw the sunlight still streaming through the windows. Better to wait until night had fully fallen before leaving.
Idly following the elderly couple to the dining room, he found others already waiting. His attention was drawn to a servant-like figure standing by, poised to serve the meal.
It was a man—tall, with gentle features, appearing utterly ordinary. Yet Lin Yuhui could see through his form: a robot, likely an AI-driven household appliance, indistinguishable from a human in appearance.
Stepping closer to observe, he noticed the robot's body swaying slightly, dynamically adjusting its posture to maintain an upright stance just like a human. Its skin seemed to be made of some synthetic material, possessing the sheen and elasticity of human skin, yet devoid of body hair. This material appeared resistant to dust accumulation or sticky stains. Lin Yuhui wondered if it could bathe and clean itself.
As he pondered this, muffled sobs drifted from the dining table. After they'd sat down to eat, Gillian had spotted the empty seat beside her daughter-in-law. Overcome by the sight, she'd begun crying again.
Her daughter glanced at her brother and hurriedly said,
“Hunter, go sit in that spot. Don't leave it empty—it upsets Mom.”
Hunter shuffled over from the corner of the table. After sitting down, he pulled his chair closer to his sister-in-law and whispered very softly,
“Grace, I lost some money. Do you have...”
Grace pretended not to hear. Gillian, perhaps genuinely unaware, murmured,
“Grace, my dear daughter...” But glancing at her daughter-in-law, she began weeping again.
“Mother, don't be sad. Theodore wouldn't want to see you like this in heaven.”
“Hmm hmm hmm, you're right, my dear daughter. I'll listen to you.”
Ah. Finally some peace. Lin Yuhui sniffed the white wine in his glass, imagining the grapes that made it—bathed in sunlight, nourished by rain—their aroma carrying the weight of time. But he disliked the old lady's incessant sobbing beside him, spoiling the mood.
When attention returned to the table, Hunter's movements toward Grace were somewhat lecherous. Grace, however, didn't even glance at him beside her, the atmosphere thick with disdain. Only his mother felt content, for this youngest son was also her son. The death of her eldest had shifted all her parental hopes onto him. Yet his father remained sober, his disdainful glances utterly unmasked.
Originally seated across from her mother, Gillian's daughter Eleanor had to abandon her husband and sit beside her mother for company. The family ate normally, except for Hunter, who drank heavily until his father couldn't stand it anymore and scolded him, only then putting down the bottle. It seemed his stomach was impervious to the high-proof alcohol—was he perhaps reincarnated from an animal? After much turmoil, they finally finished the dinner and dispersed. The daughter and son-in-law returned to their own home, while the others saw them off. Only Hunter left alone, without company. Beyond his behavior, Lin Yuhui also noticed other peculiarities about Hunter—his aura and chakras were different from others, fluctuating between light and dark, as if his entire being was restless and agitated.
Following him back to his room, I saw him pacing restlessly, searching for something, busy yet aimless. Only when he finally sat down did I notice the smoking apparatus in his hands. He lit it, puffing away while adding his own concoction. In that beautiful mansion, he filled the room with smoke. Ha! so this Hunter was a junkie after all. No wonder his father looked down on him so much.
After drifting in a haze of smoke, Hunter perked up again, striding out of his room with renewed vigor. Following behind, Lin Yuhui could see his lower chakra pulsing and flickering with restless energy. So this guy wasn't just a drunkard and gambler, a junkie too—he was also a lecher. Truly a man of five vices.
As he followed Hunter down the corridor, Lin Yuhui felt himself growing lighter, drifting upward involuntarily. Sometimes he’d even pass through the ceiling to the floor above without realizing it. His sense of time also grew increasingly fragmented and blurred.
Anxiety began to creep in. Was my soul truly dissipating? Did I really need to find a new body to house my spirit?
Lost in thought, he followed Hunter to Grace's room. She stood on her balcony, gazing into the distance. The wind at the mountain's base stirred erratically, scattering her long hair.
Hunter approached silently, standing behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his mouth and nose against the hair at the nape of her neck.
At first, Grace caressed his hands with hers, but she soon snapped out of her daze. She knew this wasn't her husband—and her husband would never return.
“Let go of me, Hunter,” Grace whispered, turning her head.
But how could that lecher obey her? Hunter tightened his grip around her waist, began kissing her neck, and pressed himself against her from behind.
“Let go of me, Hunter!” Grace shouted, trying to pry his arms away with her hands, but her strength was no match for his. Lin Yuhui watched from the sidelines, sensing her fury and humiliation.
Grace writhed, trying to use her weight to break free from Hunter's grip, while shouting,
“Let go of me, you scum, you piece of trash!” She cursed while shifting her shoulders, trying to pry apart his clasped arms, but to no avail. Struggling and railing, she cried out,
“The dirt on your brother's coffin isn't even dry yet!”
Yet such moral condemnation held no sway over a beastly predator. Lin Yuhui watched helplessly, his heart aching but his hands tied. Though she was another man's widow, he couldn't bear to see her violated by scum like Hunter. But how could he intervene?
As he pondered, he drew closer to Grace and noticed her high heels. Instantly, he realized she could lift her left leg and stomp on Hunter's foot with her heel.
At that very moment, Grace herself thought of this tactic and slammed her heel down hard. Just as Hunter reflexively bent over, clutching his foot in pain, Grace spun away and fled.
Hunter didn't pursue her. He sulkily clenched his teeth as he ran off, only then remembering to take off his shoe to check on his foot.
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