When Yangzhi Cang stepped on the air, the last thought in his mind was: Who the hell is leaving things in the corridor.
The muffled sound of the back of his head hitting the concrete floor was lighter than expected.
He heard voices throughout the building before darkness came over him.
The water pipes in the wall complained of too much pressure. The young couple next door made squeaky bed boards and told dirty jokes. The stray cat downstairs was cursing beside the trash can. The wind squeezed through the cracks in the window and said with a sharp smile that he deserved it.
