Nighttime.
Xu Juan couldn't sleep either. She turned on all the lights in the house, got down on the floor, and kept scrubbing the bedroom floor, trying to clean out the blood stains from between the floor tiles.
Splash...
The bucket used for rinsing was already filled with crimson-colored water, foaming with white suds.
Xu Juan carelessly threw the rag into the bucket, swished it around, wrung it out, then rinsed it in another pink bucket next to her, wrung it out again, took it out, added detergent, and resumed scrubbing the floor.
She worked tirelessly, not knowing how late she worked, until she was utterly exhausted and naturally fell asleep.
She didn't even bother to sleep on the bed—the mattress was soaked with blood too, and she hadn't figured out how to deal with it.
Bzzz...
Bzzz bzzz...
The phone vibrated twice, instantly startling Xu Juan awake.
