Shen Wangshu raised her head sluggishly.
Because of the darkness, she couldn't make out the figure of the person who had come in.
I was sure several people had entered. This definitely wasn't Shen Wangshu's father.
A click sounded, and the lights came on.
The footsteps grew clearer, and the newcomers were exposed to the light.
A quick count told me there were nine of them. Someone went into the bedroom next door.
Shen Wangshu was still sluggish, showing little reaction to the young men dressed in dark clothes, their expressions utterly serious.
The man at the front glanced down at the papers on the floor.
He looked like their leader. He held a huge compass in his hands, its diameter as wide as an adult man's shoulders.
"It's her," the man said.
Someone behind him passed him and walked toward Shen Wangshu.
"Who are you? What are you doing?" Shen Wangshu suddenly came to her senses and tried to get up from the floor.
She was weak. When she tried to stand, she couldn't muster enough strength and plopped right back down.
Two men lifted her up and covered her mouth with their hands.
Shen Wangshu felt dizzy, as though her brain wasn't getting enough blood. Her struggles were weak as a result.
Surprised and frightened, Shen Wangshu suddenly thought of something and looked toward the doorway.
There was a commotion in the room next door.
The man holding the compass turned and headed outside.
Shen Wangshu was dragged out too.
As she was taken through the living room, Shen Wangshu strained to turn her head, forcing muffled cries from her throat.
I didn't have to struggle to look the way she did. I turned my head and saw what was happening in the room next door.
Shen Wangshu's