The darkness in the sky was so heavy that one couldn't breathe. The black clouds pressed down one after another, as if one could touch them if one stretched out one's hand. Time quietly passed, and the night gradually fell.
The pitter-pattering sound of rain outside was still ringing in her ears, and the sky had already darkened. The lights on the corridor went out. Shuqing's hands clapped, and the dim yellow light was turned on again. When the lights went out, there was a clap-pa sound on the corridor. It paused for a short time, and the rhythm was the same.
Her hands were reddish because of the slapping. Shu Qinxin couldn't remember how many times she had taken at the beginning. So the elevator door opened.
Nan Muling wore a white suit, holding a black file bag in her hand. She steppe
