Summary
Lights passed through the gaps in the tall oak trees, and the narrow windows soaked in dirt were crumbling. On the pale grass, the squeaking sound came one after another, and maybe the next second would usher in a destructive collapse. The cold wind that poured in blew the foul air, and Luo Zi, who suffered from rhinitis, sneezed. The woman was unkempt, squatting slightly, her light-white fingers flashed a thrilling color, she fiddled with the man’s hair, and took off the white ‘lice’. She is like a ball of meat without bones, like a dog, clinging to a head. Without warning, she hesitated a little, raised her heavy head, turned towards the window as rigidly as a mill was grinding rice, and the spot of light jumped on the gray wall… Luo Zi knew that she had already crazy……..