Do You Want to Know the Meaning of Life?

Boom!

Thunder rumbled without end outside, followed by a torrential downpour.

Ren Xiu sat at her desk, watching raindrops slam against the window, producing a dense, ceaseless patter.

With a pen in hand, all she wanted was to collapse onto the desk and fall asleep.

That sound was simply the finest lullaby.

As Ren Xiu listened to the rain, a thought suddenly surfaced in her mind: what struck the window were not raindrops, but pallid hands.

They pounded madly against the window, pairs of terrified eyes staring at her, urging her to open it quickly.

Or perhaps urging Ren Xiu to run.

Blood began to seep from those pallid palms. Vast amounts of it flowed down the window like rainwater, making it seem as though the window had become the gates of the underworld.

Ren Xiu froze, sitting dumbly in her chair. Her throat bobbed before she realized there were no hands, no blood—only countless raindrops still drumming against the window.

Letting out a breath, her modest chest rose and fell unsteadily as Ren Xiu decided to get up and draw the curtains.

Just then, a silver dragon flashed across the sky, illuminating the pitch-black world outside for an instant.

In that instant, Ren Xiu clearly saw beyond the window. Her body jolted, and she lost her balance, falling backward.

Just moments ago, she had seen someone in a raincoat standing beside a utility pole, head raised as they looked toward her.

After casually answering the question from that annoying stepfather outside, Ren Xiu stood again and looked out, but found no one.

However, with so much water streaking the window, and after being so badly startled, Ren Xiu immediately began doubting herself again. Had she seen wrong?

When she sat back down at her desk, the fright had completely