She felt an inexplicable fear, and it happened that the radio was playing some mournful melodies during this time, which made her mood even more despondent, with her heart weighed down by a heavy stone.
She stood up and went to adjust the knob on the top of the old wooden-cased radio, hoping to find a more cheerful program.
But no matter how she twisted it, the radio speaker continued to play the same tune.
She paused, trying again to adjust the volume, but it was still ineffective.
Until she finally pressed the power button, did the old wooden-cased radio shut off, allowing Feng Xiaoyan to breathe a long sigh of relief.
She stood still, breathing heavily, wiping the cold sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. She was somewhat overly tense during this time.
Trying to relax, she glanced around the small room, and her gaze quickly fixed on a small dustpan placed on the bed.
