The north wind seemed to have a deep hatred for the earth, furiously tearing apart every inch of land it passed through.
After some ruthless violence, everything returned to calm. The broken branches and the blown over car reminded Su Hong that what just happened was not a dream. After the roar of the wind, a terrible silence followed.
The night was shrouded, and the timely sounds of sorrow and music seemed even more harsh in the silent night. The bats bumped around like undead in the night until their heads were bruised and bleeding, and they died of exhaustion. There was no trace of the bright red blood in the darkness. A few dead bodies on the ground reveal everything. The October night had already lost its temperature, and Su Hong stood barefoot on the cold floor. He walked forward with a pale face, his eyes lifeless, and his jade-like bare feet became filthy from stepping on blood and corpses. When she stepped over the body of the last bat, Su Hong stopped because she had reached the window.
The balcony outside was covered by moonlight, and the moonlight that usually seemed so docile seemed to become extremely weird due to fear of the boundless night. The moonlight shone on Su Hong's face, glowing with a faint blue light. And the dark clouds seemed unable to bear to see all this, blocking the only moonlight.
Su Hong looked at the window, her eyes dull. The temperature seemed to have become abnormally low at this moment, which was creepy. At this moment, the window opened, and the baby's cry came in...