C500 Fight Alone

[13 October, twenty-seven days from the countdown of Tang Shituo's life]

In a daze, I feel that something is not right. I remember that I closed the doors and windows when I went to sleep. Why would there be a wind blowing?

He opened his eyes and saw that the window was open. However, Tang, who liked to stand by the window often, was not there.

I touched the spot where my uncle was sleeping