C110 I Really Don't Want to Give You Face

Lightning streaked across the sky, and thunder rolled without pause, leaving the house in utter darkness; Han Xiao couldn't see her own hand in front of her face. In a subconscious attempt to find something—anything—that might offer her a sense of security, she reached out. But the floor was treacherously slick, and before she knew it, she had slipped and landed hard on the ground