Su Su was packing her luggage in the room. The clothes rack fell on the floor with a dull sound. It was four o'clock in the morning. The light in the room was very dark and cold. There was a layer of white frost on the broken glass window. The neon light shone on it, making it unreal. She The mother stood at the door of the room, the cigarette between her fingers flickering with faint firelight. Su Su turned around and glanced at her. She was leaning against the door, her hands crossed on her chest, her hair disheveled on her back. The light was very dim, and Su Su could not see her eyes clearly in the darkness.