In retrospect, Lin Sanjiu realized how naive she was for thinking that she could go against this world just because she destroyed a human-sized cardboard standee. Lin Sanjiu lowered her head silently; her jacket was useless against the cold, so she would try her best to endure.
At that moment, someone opened and peeked out from the window of the second floor. The person fixed his emotionless eyes on Lin Sanjiu, with his lips curled and a wide smile, "Where are you going? Don't you want to play some video games?"
That window was neither from room 205 nor room 207—it was Lin Sanjiu's room. The Teru Teru Bozu was still hanging from the ceiling. Looking up, Lin Sanjiu could only see a black outline of it, slowly spinning above Douglas's head. There wasn't a glimmer of light in Douglas's eyes. Apart from his stiff, perfect smile, his face was like that of a mannequin; he stretched his neck out of the window.
