The rain was blown into the room by the wind, and quickly puddled on the floor beneath the window.
She shakily switched on the light, intending to muster the courage to close the window, but the moment her hand touched the window handle, a bat abruptly flew straight at her—
She feared nothing more than rats and bats, and with a sudden wave of terror, her legs gave way. She stumbled backwards several steps, her hands flailing wildly. There was a crash, followed by a sudden, stabbing pain in her foot. She fell to the floor.
After several seconds, she realized that she had stepped on the shards of her noodle bowl, which had shattered during her fall. Her foot was bleeding profusely from the ceramic cuts...
Gazing at the pool of blood spreading from her foot, dreadful memories flooded her mind. It was just like the time her mother had been injured, on a similarly stormy night – a scene of helplessness and fear. She could once again see the blood pouring out of her mother's body...
