Fu Zhi closed her laptop. While sitting in her chair, she popped another piece of milk candy into her mouth and crunched it.
The light inside the room was bright, and the window sliced Fu Zhi's reflection into numerous pieces. She lackadaisically rested her slender legs on the table as she wallowed in the pleasure and excitement brought forth by the game.
"Dong, dong, dong—"
Just as Fu Zhi was about to go to bed after she finished playing the game, she heard someone knocking on her door.
She asked the person to come in and then threw her phone on her bed.
She waited for a while, yet no one came in.
Then, another string of rapping sounds was heard. This time, the sounds had become lighter.
Fu Zhi walked to the door, placed her slender hand gently on the handle, and pushed the door slightly.
