When Xia Xiaowan woke up, she found herself lying on the bed. The room was dark, and only an orange night lamp was on the bedside. The soft light spread out and shone on a small part of the pillow.

The curtains were closed, and the door leading to the terrace was half open. She could see the dark night outside. A man stood there smoking. The cigarette in his fingers flickered in red.

She quietly propped herself up and wanted to get up. Although she made no ...