Night.
On the bed on the second floor of the apartment building.
Yang Jian lay on his back facing the ceiling, spreading out in the shape of a big character, strongly occupying almost the entire bed.
Jiang Yan, in her pajamas, didn't want to sleep on the floor and could only curl up pitifully on the side, guarding her small patch, resembling a maid in a landlord's house.
Both of them were already fast asleep.
The room was silent with the lights off, with only the occasional sound of car horns coming through.
But as the headlights of a passing car swept in from outside the window, it briefly illuminated the dim room considerably.
The light shifted.
The area around the bed gradually darkened.
Behind Yang Jian on the wall, something was squirming in the darkness, undergoing some changes unbeknownst to him.
"Drip!"
A car drove past, casting its lights through the window once again.
The room shifted from dark to light.
When the light reached the wall above the bed.
