"Shengsheng." Fu Hanchuan knocked on the door.
After a while, Qin Sheng did not respond, and there was no sound from within.
Impatient, Fu Hanchuan used the spare key to unlock Qin Sheng's door.
In the darkness, he looked toward the bed but saw no sign of Qin Sheng.
Faintly, he heard the sound of rustling.
Fu Hanchuan quickly turned to look.
In the corner, he saw a small figure crouched down.
Qin Sheng hugged her legs tightly, her face buried deep in her arms, her entire body curled up.
She shivered, afraid of the thunder and lightning, unable to lift her head to face the flashes of light that pierced the sky.
Just the rumble of thunder made her tremble with fear.
In this world, few things could scare Qin Sheng, and thunder was one of them.
Fu Hanchuan felt a pang of pain in his heart. He carefully crouched down and whispered, "Shengsheng."
Qin Sheng did not react.
