By the time Lu Jingtian's mother got back at the hospital, it was almost evening.
As the nurses were preoccupied with their shift change, the middle-aged lady hurried into the room; it was pitch-black inside.
She hastily turned on the lights, and the moment the room was lit up, the form of a person huddling in the sofa's corner caught her eye unexpectedly.
"Tiantian, why are you sitting there?"
Concerned, she called out to her daughter but did not receive a response in return.
She walked over worriedly only to discover, with abrupt shock, that the young lady had squeezed into a corner and curled herself into a fetal position. There were hardly any signs of life as the latter's hands hung lamely on her sides; her rounded back was so still that she did not seem to be breathing at all.
