Hidden Current (1)

The apricot-colored windmill spun round and round with the wind blowing into the door of the pitch-black house.

It was an empty study room with no lights. There was only a curtain flapping in the wind.

On the desk was a pen container, an ink stone, and a piece of white rice paper with a tiny line of writing on the bottom-right.

'Pain is despair, hope, and the last salvation.'

"Tap…"

"Tap…"

"Tap…"

The faint sound of footsteps as if some kind of hard leather boots were hitting the floor came from outside of the open door.

"Where…. Where am I?" Fei Tianci whispered, and almost involuntarily looked at the doorway leading outside of the pitch-black room.

"Tap…"

"Tap…"

The footsteps were getting closer.

Fei Tianci tilted his head to look outside the window, yet he saw nothing but blackness.

"Tap."