The murky water in the sink bubbled like boiling water, exhaling bubbles. Dark shadows floated beneath the surface, like countless living seaweeds entwining and wriggling—but this wasn't the beach, it was the kitchen, and those things that looked like seaweed could only have crawled out of the drainpipe.
The old lady let out a short scream, trying to pull her hand away. Her struggle splashed up a bunch of steaming water, yet the shadowy mass in the sink, as dense as a forest, was unnaturally sturdy and forceful, as if it were some kind of plant deeply rooted inside the pipe. Her frail, aged wrists simply couldn't break free, as if she had been shackled with cold handcuffs.
Instead, she lost her balance from pulling too hard, and with the slippery wet floor beneath her, she nearly fell onto the tile—
Just then, a warm palm supported her back.
Teacher Sun turned her head and saw the short-haired young girl smiling at her.
Zhu Qingyue steadily helped the old woman to stand.
