The night was like a massive and heavy black silk, pressing down heavily toward the earth, enveloping everything in the world completely. The indoor air seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand with immense strength, becoming increasingly oppressive, suffocating Gong Simeng so much that she could hardly breathe.
She got up from the bed and paced back and forth in the cramped, narrow room. With every step she took, the wooden floor let out a creaky, low moan, softly sighing for her inner anxiety and turmoil.
Gong Simeng's brows were tightly knit, as if forming a dead knot. She racked her brain, wholeheartedly trying to think of a perfect solution that would benefit both sides, but her thoughts were like an entangled, intricate mess, with numerous strands, impossible to sort out, becoming more tangled the more she thought.
