The entire room was so pitch black that it felt unnerving. She reached out her hand, fumbled around on the bed for a while but couldn't find the remote control, so she pulled back the quilt, and groping in the darkness, she got off the bed.
Because the building was somewhat high, the outside neon lights couldn't penetrate in, and there was also no moonlight. The darkness was quite deep. While Isabel Smith was groping in search of the remote control, she failed to notice and ended up tripping over a table leg. Unable to maintain her balance, she leaned onto the table, knocking items onto the floor, resulting in a sharp sound.
Isabel Smith was in so much pain that she almost couldn't stand up. Grimacing in pain and cursing inwardly, she instinctively opened her mouth and cried out, "Father."