"What the hell are you doing?!" Linzi Ping's book was wet by the water in the glass. He complained to me that I couldn't even utter a single word. He just covered his eyes and pointed at the glass. After a long while, he stammered, "The window, there's something on the window!"
The crowd surrounded him and then burst into laughter.
"It's just a twig in the storm and snow. You scared me to death." I looked over and saw a scorched twig sticking to the window. It was even blown by the wind and made a sound. But in my opinion, the twig was very similar to a human arm. Maybe I was wrong just now. Everyone laughed and sat back to their original position, silently waiting for the snow to stop.
"What's wrong with you? Did you see that again?" I asked with a worried look on my face. I shook my h
