What Is Youth Without Passion? (4)

The whole world was curiously quiet, and when Song Qingchun looked through the open curtains, she could see the full moon and glistering stars hanging in the sky.

Song Qingchun stared outside the window for half a minute before closing her eyes. As she tried to fall back to sleep, she heard again someone call, "Tingting! Tingting! Tingting!"

This time, the name was repeated three times, and each time the volume was louder and the tone more desperate than the one preceding it. Even Song Qingchun felt her heart wrench from the anguish in the voice.

As the third call faded, she suddenly heard the sharp sound of the ends of the coffee table dragging across the floor. Song Qingchun sat up in bed, completely awake.