Compared to the stormy weather raging outside her room, Leng Youchen's room remained untouched by the tempest, with not even the curtains stirring; it was as comfortable and pleasant as a haven far removed from the world.
She walked in, crossed the living room, searched around, but could not find Leng Youchen anywhere. Tentatively, she called out, "Leng Youchen, are you there?"
No one responded.
She stood by the edge of the king-size bed, watching the dark skies outside resembling a behemoth with a gaping, bloody maw, about to swallow them whole. She was so frightened that she took a step back.
Being alone was truly terrifying. She turned around and started to leave, planning to look for Leng Youchen or the butler.
Just as she reached the door, she heard a dull thud from the gym. Alarmed, she hurried over.
