In the original rescue group chat, several active members had gone silent for two or three days. The group was no longer sharing gossip, but instead filled with pleas for help.
Wen Nannan looked out the window. She could hear desperate cries for help coming from the villa next door. She had called the police, but they still hadn't arrived.
Until dusk approached, the orange-red sunset cast its glow over the town. Wen Nannan guessed that the police probably wouldn't come.
The orange sun and the silver moon hung in the sky at the same time. Wen Nannan stood on the balcony, gazing at the sky and yawning deeply.
The residents of the town went to sleep early tonight. The moon in the night sky was large and round, hanging directly overhead, casting a faint pink light over the town.
Under the small night light on the balcony, a tiny moth fluttered its wings, and soon it was surrounded by more moths.