October 25, 2028, it was a tranquil snowy night.
The light in the bedroom was off, and Bai Zini was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
She took a shallow breath and propped herself up with her hands on the bed. In the darkness, she hugged her knees, lowered her eyelids, and sat quietly.
From the corner of her eye, she looked at the mirror, which reflected a vague dark shadow with blood-red corners of the mouth curving up high.
The shadow was saying something to her.
She couldn't hear clearly…
She didn't want to hear clearly.
Just then, the cold moonlight quietly spilled in, prompting her to look towards the floor-to-ceiling window in the corner. Snowflakes drifted over the crisscrossed wires, each falling down, lit by the dim yellow streetlight, resembling the swirling autumn leaves.
After a while, she suddenly turned over, dropped down from the bed, and walked barefoot to the corridor. The floor was as cold as ice in the deep night of October.
