The next day, Fu Han was awoken early by the chirping of birds outside the window. She was in a good mood as she pushed the window open, but just as she poked her head out, a lump of bird droppings fell down, landing squarely on the back of her hand.
Staring at the streak of black and white bird feces on her arm, she nearly vomited her dinner from the night before in disgust. She dashed to the restroom, washing her hand countless times, almost wishing to scrub off a layer of skin.
By the time she finally came out from the restroom, she was no longer in the mood to enjoy the scenery. Lying in bed, her heart suddenly began to feel uneasy for some reason.
The balloons on the ceiling, some of which had already fallen mid-air, were deflated and not only lost their appeal from the time they were bought but looked rather terrifying.
