She pointed to a bed at the far end of the room.
The bed was very old and situated in the deepest part of the room, where not a single ray of sunlight could reach. Most importantly, there was a hole in the wall right above the head of the bed, from which leftover rainwater dripped down bit by bit, forming a small damp patch on the wooden bed.
Today it hadn't rained, but when it did, the bed was practically uninhabitable.
Lu Tong raised her eyes towards the woman.
The woman stood tall in front of her, her narrow white face like an exaggeratedly painted mask, with only a pair of lifeless eyes behind it staring at her, as if watching someone about to sink into a quagmire, flashing with inexplicable excitement.
The atmosphere in the room immediately tensed.
After a silent moment, Lu Tong bent down to pick up the bundle that had been thrown to the ground and turned to walk toward the wooden bed in the corner.
