The lightning completely illuminated the surroundings.
This was a small bedroom of only 7 or 8 square meters, with just a single bed, a simple desk, and a chair.
The furniture was somewhat old, and the walls showed mottled traces.
The window was worn due to years of neglect, and with the wind and rain, it made repeated crashing sounds.
"Boom—" The sound of thunder gradually arrived.
Qiuqiu shivered in the corner, her gaze blankly fixed on the suddenly appearing figure.
She couldn't see the face, nor the shape, but she felt it was particularly familiar and kind.
His appearance was like a warm light, seeming to disperse the surrounding fear and darkness.
At this moment, the door was suddenly struck twice, making violent "bang bang" sounds.
Qiuqiu gasped softly, burying her head back into her knees.
Soon after, a furious roar came from outside:
