"A-Auntie..." Shen Jingrou called out with a hoarse voice.
The husky voice echoed in the bedroom.
Shen Jingrou's brows furrowed deeply, sensing something amiss.
There was absolutely nothing that could be cluttered at her bedside, so what did she just knock over?
In her anxiety, she reached for the switch at the bedside again, but the smooth wall held nothing.
Panic-stricken, Shen Jingrou tried to get up from the bed, but when her body moved slightly, a wave of soreness spread through her.
At that moment, she felt as if something had crushed her, the pain causing her to gasp repeatedly.
"Auntie... Auntie..."
She grew increasingly uneasy, and in the dim environment, she ignored the pain in her throat and called out loudly.
"Knock knock..."
A faint knocking made Shen Jingrou stop shouting, "Come in."
Soon, the bedroom door was pushed open. Seeing the room in darkness, the auntie cautiously asked, "Miss Shen, do you need the light on?"
