Night.
Just past seven o'clock.
The warm yellow light inside the house went "snap," and went out.
The entire house plunged into darkness.
In the corner, the specially-made smokeless stove's last bit of flame also extinguished.
The warmth quickly began to dissipate from the air.
The cold seeped in through the window cracks, making the skin tighten.
"Ugh..."
In the cradle, Gu Ning stirred, seemingly sensing the cold, and started to whine softly.
Gu An, who was dismantling a radio on the carpet, also paused his actions.
In the darkness, his bright black eyes turned towards his mother's direction.
Lin Wan Yi sat on the sofa without moving.
She didn't even get up to check the circuit breaker.
Director Meng.
Meng Dehai.
The tactics of this father and daughter came faster than she imagined.
And more foolish.
"Don't be afraid."
Lin Wan Yi's voice was light, yet unusually calm.
She stood up and adeptly fished through her cloth bag.
The next second.
