The actress playing Aunt Xin's daughter was sleeping in bed with a high fever, and Aunt Xin herself, dressed in a dazzling long gown, sat by the side of the bed, her head slightly bowed. In the flash of lightning, half of her stunningly beautiful profile was revealed. Her hand, having just gently moved away from her daughter's forehead, tenderly tucked the quilt around her.
Every subtle movement, every gentle glance, displayed the full depth of maternal love.
Suddenly, the door opened quietly.
Perhaps because of the loud thunderstorm, no one noticed.
The figure that entered was slender and frail, as if a gust of wind could knock her over, yet there was something chilling about her, making her presence spine-tingling.
Barefoot, drenched, she walked slowly, making no sound, leaving only wet footprints behind.
In her hand, she held a knife.
A knife covered in fresh blood.
