A night deep as the abyss.
An ultimate whiteness.
Blood-red eyes bulged, staring intently beyond the screen at her.
With a scream, the smartphone was violently smashed against the wall.
Having just opened her eyes in the middle of the night, her thoughts were sluggish and slow, and suddenly seeing such a thing was startling.
Yu Jing Nuan was actually petrified with fear.
All her actions were subconscious; her fingers trembled incessantly, and she staggered out of bed, tripping over the blanket viciously.
"Help…"
Her voice was faint, but growing steadily louder, "Help—"
With terror in her eyes, she kept staring at the phone screen that refused to go dark.
She had used significant force in her panic; the phone bounced off the wall and crashed down, several components scattering, but the screen remained unaffected.
Darkness enveloped her, barely able to make out the outline of her own hand.
The dim light of the phone's screen was unnaturally conspicuous in the room.
