I turned my head toward Khang:
"Why is it so dark? Why haven't you lit a fire?"
A chuckle sounded by my ear. Khang laughed:
"It's daytime right now."
My heart tightened.
"The light outside is too strong. Wait until nightfall to remove the eye cover."
Khang helped me sit down on a hard wooden plank bed.
I panted, thinking to myself that speaking so vaguely wasn't good at all.
I silently shot him a glare, but it was useless through the eye cover. Khang couldn't see it anyway.
"I know you're glaring at me, hmm?"
"I didn't expect you to be a fortune teller, too."
I raised my hand to feel the eye cover. It was quite thick; no wonder I thought I was in darkness.
Khang pulled the hand I was using to touch the eye cover and placed it on his cheek:
"Feel this. You hit me right here just now. It's red."
Just listen to that aggrieved tone.
I rubbed my nose. I really had been too agitated just now. I thought it was a bee, but I couldn't possibly tell him that directly.
