Han Yi walked out of the bathroom, and Gong Tingxuan was already asleep on the large bed.
Outside the pitch-black window, lightning beams flashed occasionally.
Unbeknownst to her, the weather had changed.
She walked into the bedroom and discovered that the crying was coming from the end of the hallway.
Upon listening closely, she realized it was coming from Gong Yuling's room.
She hurriedly came over and opened the door.
Just then, a flash of lightning streaked by, and after that brief blue glow, she saw a small figure curled up in the corner of the bed.
She reached out and pressed the switch on the wall, and the light came on.
Only then did she see clearly, Gong Yuling was clutching a cloth doll, dressed in pajamas, curled up in the corner, shaking all over, and crying continuously.
"What's wrong?"
Han Yi walked over and gently patted Gong Yuling's shoulder.
