The soft knocks felt like a bad foreboding the main character in a horror movie would have when the door creaked with ominous noises. As if a supernatural presence lurked behind it, inviting the group of friends to their deaths.
Guilt filled her, comparing the sweet and adorable Yang Bingqing to a horrifying ghost, but that was the severity of the heart attack rampaging through her chest at this moment. It made her jerk upright in bed.
"Jia, dear. Are you alright? I heard some voices from inside…"
Sweat formed on her brows and her neck zapping to her right to meet Mingshen dead in the eye.
"It's your mother outside!" Her panicking voice was forced to contain through her urgent whispers.
"Yeah, I recognize her voice," he nodded.
She slapped his arm. "What are we gonna do - is my question!"
He shrugged. "Let her in if you want? Or shoo her away if that's easy."
"Don't you feel even a tinge of guilt before asking me to shoo away aunt? She is so sweet!"
