The old man seemed to have it out for the flowerpot, repeating the same motion over a dozen times.
After Wen Ying watched him repeat this process over a dozen times like a bystander, the old man plopped onto the ground and lay flat on his back.
He closed his eyes and began to snore soundly.
Wen Ying took a closer look and confirmed that the old man was, in fact, asleep.
'This bizarre behavior… he really must be a patient from the mental hospital, right?'
Beside the old man lay fresh soil, shards of the flowerpot, and shredded petals.
Wen Ying got up and looked at the nearby bed, which was made with a white sheet.
The mattress was quite thick and looked very soft.
Wen Ying walked over and lay down on the bed. Without glancing at the room's contents, she closed her eyes.
She had to admit, this bed was far more comfortable than the one in the basement.
When Wen Ying woke up some time later, she found the old man staring at her, completely still.
