When they arrived at Xiaowei 's house, Tong Xiaoge knocked on the door gently, but heard no movement from inside.

She pushed the door open quietly, and the scene in the room made her heart tighten.

The curtains were closed and the room was filled with a depressing dim light, as if even the air had frozen.

Xiaowei 's room was scattered with books and clothes, and the quilt on the bed was in a mess, as if it had not been tidied for a long time.

Xiaowei huddled on ...