Late at night, Long Linger slept in a haze, suddenly awakened by some sound, as if it were a summons from hell, piercing deeply into her eardrums, she abruptly opened her eyes.
In the bedroom, only the light at the head of the bed was on and it was adjusted to the lowest level. In the dim light, she saw the window was open, with the wind blowing in, the curtains fluttering with the breeze. She gazed at the deep night sky outside, as if some blue light were flowing slowly, like an aurora, mysterious and enchanting, its brightness even overshadowing the moon's glory.
