The doorbell rang, urgent like the cry for help of a dying person.
There was no response for a long time. The woman started to bang on the door, her voice echoing through the entire hallway, but no one answered.
The sound from the woman's mouth grew sharper, almost hysterical, as if she had swallowed a large piece of glass. Her throat was full of wounds, and her body was marked with scratches.
Tang Hanlu covered her mouth. She had heard from her mom that a mentally unstable woman lived upstairs. She had never seen the woman, only the flowers the woman grew on the roof.
The flowers she planted were very delicate and bloomed completely, just like the scene from many years ago when a car accident crushed her child under a tire.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The woman was very strong. She grabbed the door handle and shook it violently, as if it could be opened at any moment.
