Lin Jingchen stood motionless, staring intently at the black shadow.
He didn't call anyone. Ever since he was a child, he never called for help when he had nightmares, always dealing with them alone.
As a child, his dad was busy, hardly ever home at night. Later, after achieving success, he bought a big house in the Capital City and brought back a beautiful stepmother, leaving him even less inclined to call for help.
Because he had always lived alone, he learned from a young age not to trouble others.
After a long while, the black shadow reached out a hand towards him, and Lin Jingchen felt a chill creeping up his spine, as if he were falling into an ice cellar. Yet he stubbornly bit his lip, waited for the hand to reach him, then subtly tilted his head to avoid it and swiftly drew out a talisman from under his pillow.
