C188 The ghost of the butterfly — — a mysterious telephone

The windows were coated with mottled water, and the rain outside was still pouring down unrestrainedly. The tree trunks on the opposite side of the road swayed with the strong winds, and lightning flashed in the pitch-black sky.

However, the silence in the room was suffocating. The girl was lying on the bed, her eyes unmoving as she stared at the terrifying weather outside