She looked up at the red light that indicated what floor they were at. Fifteenth floor, we're almost there.
She dared not glance in his direction, scratching her hair unconsciously, trying to cover her face with it.
When the elevator reached the thirteenth floor, it shook suddenly and the lights faded to dark.
The elevator was out of order.
Yan Huan stood, stunned, in the dark for a long time.
The food she was carrying fell on the ground with a thump, as if someone had gripped her throat with both hands and her heart was beating wildly.
"Plop, plop….."
Her breathing grew faster and more rapid.
Grasping her hair, her legs turned to jelly and she fell to the ground inside the elevator.
She was afraid of darkness.
She was afraid that the knife, which had come from nowhere, was being stabbed into her back again and again, cruel and merciless, causing her to bleed, causing her pain and fear, and finally her death.
