The night seemed alive as she took a fi nal look at the tiny squared window. Two or three cockroaches were moving in diff erent directions. One of them was arriving at the windowsill for a good rest, seemingly implying Mei how she must rest right now. But Mei was still hanging there. The roach soon disappeared as though it were disappointed or disregarded. Then everything turned into obscurity.
Whether it was still dark outside or dawn, Mei didn’t want to know. She wasn’t interested in time. Not in the least. In other words, nothing mattered.