In the dim light of the streetlamp outside, I watched the trembling figure.

"How did you lose the child?"

The woman, with a heavy nasal voice, slowly said, "Someone died in our hometown that year, so I went back to help. It wasn't convenient to bring the child with me, so I left them at home with their father."

"I was worried about the two children rushing back so late at night. I was afraid to be alone. I called their father to pick me up, but he didn't come."

"The two children heard and came out to find me."

"Why did you insist on coming back so late?" The woman no longer suppressed her crying and bitterly exclaimed through gritted teeth.

"Didn't your husband stop you?"

The middle-aged woman just cried and didn't speak anymore. After a long while, she said, "Everyone says he's honest and hardworking, good at managing life. After marriage, he did indeed have a lot of ambition, but what's the use of ambition, girl, when you're looking for..."

"That's enough."

I pulled the blanket over my head and spent my first night after coming out from there.

Suddenly, everything turned hazy, and a thick fog enveloped the entire room.

I reached out and cleared the fog in front of my eyes, looking at a pair of feet that suddenly appeared. I looked up and saw a bloody face, with protruding eyeballs staring at me.

I walked forward, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven... a total of twenty corpses hanging from the ceiling, looking down at me in eerie postures.

My arm throbbed, and I couldn't help but pick at it again.

"Girl, girl, hey!"

A basin of cold water was poured over my head, and I pulled out a razor to strike, only to stop when I saw the person in front of me.

The middle-aged woman was clearly frightened, "Girl, you were picking at yourself all the time, and you've made yourself bleed. I couldn't wake you up, so I splashed water on you."

I looked at my bleeding arm and pulled my sleeve down.

"I'm hungry."

"Huh?"

Simple noodles sprinkled with green onions and a soft-boiled egg turned out to be the best thing I had eaten in the past twenty years.

I kept eating until my stomach couldn't take it anymore and I vomited.