When Cheng Su opened her eyes again, the room was pitch black, and she had no idea what time it was. She turned her head slightly, and something fell off from above her head, resembling a towel or something.
Light seeped in through the crack of the door. She sat up slightly, reached for the lamp cord dangling by the bed, and with a click, the lamp turned on.
On the blanket lay a towel, folded into a square. On the back of her left hand was a needle, and by the bedside hung an infusion bag, now empty.
Cheng Su touched her forehead—the fever had subsided quite a bit, but she was still hot and her head heavy. She called out, "Who's out there?"
Her voice was rough and hoarse, as if abraded by sand, very coarse.
The conversation outside halted, and someone approached. Cheng Su's heart thumped with anticipation.
The door opened, revealing the face of a young girl. Cheng Su's hope immediately faded.
