The next second, a soft sound came from behind, and this sudden noise frightened Yang Xiao so much that his knees went weak, and he fell to the ground, spilling the cup of water he held, which rolled away far after falling.
Startled, Yang Xiao turned around and, using the light from the night lamp, realized it was just the coat hanging on the clothes rack behind the door that had fallen to the ground.
He dared not move rashly. It took him a full minute to confirm that nothing unusual was happening around him, and this was indeed just an accident.
Sighing in relief, he attempted to stand up but failed several times. His legs were too weak, and no amount of pounding could help.
Finally, driven by sheer willpower, Yang Xiao crawled back onto the tatami mat, buried himself under the blankets, and was enveloped by the warm, thick bedding. This finally allowed him to exhale deeply and feel a long-lost sense of security.
