The lenses of Feng Mu’s glasses reflected the warm light of the desk lamp, like a gentle filter subtly diluting the coldness in his eyes, leaving only a warm, amber glow.

His slender fingers lightly brushed over the camera’s casing, his movements as gentle as petting a docile cat.

Feng Yuhuai stood at the door, meeting Feng Mu’s eyes.

Through the lenses, those eyes seemed ordinary and harmless.

For some reason, an inexplicable emotion quietly sprouted in Feng Yuhuai’s heart. She suddenly wondered if she was being overly suspicious.

Although reason kept reminding her to stay alert, her body had already unconsciously taken a step forward.

"Come, sit over here, let’s see what Father recorded with this camera together."

Feng Mu spoke with a cheerful smile. His tone and words made Feng Yuhuai feel as if he truly knew nothing about anything.

Did he even think this camera belonged to Father?!!

Feng Yuhuai secretly sneered, but obediently moved a chair over and sat next to Feng Mu in front of the camera.

The two chairs gently leaned together, making a subtle friction sound.

Their heads nestled together in front of the small viewfinder screen, their hair inadvertently entwining like a pair of inseparable siblings.

Wang Xiuli awoke with an inexplicable heart palpitation, and as she walked into the living room with her jacket on, she happened to see this heartwarming scene.

Her eyes welled up slightly, and she quietly turned toward the kitchen.

The cutting board was piled with ingredients bought during the day that had yet to be prepared. She tied on an apron and started busying himself with the long-overdue family reunion dinner.

The rhythm of the knife hitting the cutting board gradually intertwined with the occasional whispers between the siblings in the living room, weaving into a warm melody called "Home."

The blue light from the viewfinder screen reflected on their similar faces.

Feng Yuhuai frowned slightly: "Brother, why are there only snowflakes?"

Her falling strands of hair quietly extended like living creatures, with some already creeping onto Feng Mu’s back.

Feng Mu seemed completely unaware, fumbling with the camera a bit awkwardly, the reflection of his sister appearing to be coated with a faint red glow.

The faint red signifies ordinary danger.

The glow signifies a budding intent to kill.

He warmly said, "I don’t know, maybe the camera is broken. Yuhuai, are you disappointed not seeing the footage?"

As he spoke, his fingers gently pried out the memory card, dangling it between his fingertips.

The memory card appeared mostly intact, but there was a visible dent at the interface.

He sighed gently, a tone full of helplessness:

"Look, there’s even a crack here. It’ll probably need repairs before we can view it."

Feng Yuhuai nodded slightly, secretly pondering:

"Indeed, Destiny has favored me once again. However, this memory card must be destroyed when given the chance; otherwise, it remains a hidden danger."

Yet her face blossomed with a sweet smile, saying:

"Let’s forget it, then. Who knows why Dad picked up this broken thing."

Feng Mu reinserted the memory card into the camera, his gaze subtly sweeping over Feng Yuhuai. At this moment, the bright glow emanating from Feng Yuhuai’s body gradually dimmed.

"Who knows, maybe it’s for some investigation, but looking at the crack on this memory card, it’s not big. Technology can probably fix it."

Feng Mu said this as he leisurely carried the camera out, placing it casually on the living room coffee table.

To fulfill his mother’s wish of having this last meal in peace at home, he had exhausted every thought.

He had done what should and shouldn’t be done.

If anything painful or unbearable happened again, it really couldn’t be blamed on him, could it?

Feng Yuhuai obediently followed behind Feng Mu, and together they walked to the living room sofa and slowly sat down. Feng Yuhuai picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

As expected, news from Zone 9’s various TV stations was almost entirely "contracted" by the Eighth Academy’s updates.

Various reports and footage about the Eighth Academy kept switching on the screen. During the centenary celebration, the Eighth Academy certainly lived up to its name, overshadowing all other schools in Zone 9.

"I didn’t expect there were such monsters in the sewers back then. Luckily, I dodged quickly and didn’t bump into them."

Feng Yuhuai said softly, looking somewhat frightened after the event.

Feng Mu chuckled, comforting his sister like a caring brother.

The siblings engaged in casual chit-chat, creating a particularly harmonious atmosphere.

Suddenly, Feng Yuhuai asked:

"Brother, do you think that [Mask], and the scientist Zuo Bai, with the way they are, should they be considered monsters or can they still be considered humans?"

Feng Mu adjusted his glasses, the reflection obscuring his subtle change in expression:

"What do you think?"

Previously, Feng Yuhuai always looked down on her "useless" brother, but today, for some reason, she felt a strong urge to confide in Feng Mu, to share her inner journey.

She slightly furrowed her brows, pondering as she spoke:

"I think one turned themselves into something neither human nor ghost, while the other was practically a monster to begin with. But nonetheless, they still retain the appearance of humans. So, fundamentally, they should still be considered human." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Feng Yuhuai paused, observing Feng Mu’s expression as she said:

"Yes, they are humans with...Strength of monsters!"

Feng Mu gave an ambiguous smile, maintaining a gentle demeanor. In his memory, whether it was his own or his original one’s, Imoto had never humbly sought his advice.

"The power of the glasses, the affinity for the dark side is far more exaggerated than I imagined," Feng Mu thought, "But this also indicates that the glasses have judged you, Imoto, as an antagonist."

Feng Mu’s lips curled into a meaningful arc, and every word that followed resembled a good brother guiding and educating his sister onto the right path.

He said, "When looking at people or monsters, don’t just see the facade. In this world, many people with beautiful exteriors hide monster souls, but perhaps some ugly, deformed monsters might have a pure, beautiful soul."

"Similarly, whether one possesses the power of monsters isn’t the criterion for distinguishing monsters from humans. The division between monsters and humans should not depend on the strength of power, but rather..."

Mu deliberately prolonged the note, his tone infused with a touch of compassion:

"It’s whether they see humans as their kind or as...food on a plate. In other words, whether one is a monster depends on whether they eat people, Yuhuai, what do you think?"

Feng Yuhuai’s face froze slightly, unsure if her brother’s words implied something, but the latter showed a sincere and harmless expression.

She pretended to be taught and nodded, then unknowingly lowered some of her doubts about Feng Mu in her heart.

After all, what monster would willingly judge themselves by the standard of eating people?!!