The light of day gradually darkened.
The toilet on the 3rd floor office level was chillingly cold, completely deserted.
Chi Enen curled up in the last compartment, her face flushed unnaturally. Her clothes, soaked through, had now dried in the draft. She wrapped her arms around her knees, embracing herself, her hoarse voice now no longer recognizable, "Is there anyone... Is anyone there?"
Wind poured in from the skylight.
Chi Enen clenched her lower lip, shivering from the cold.
With her eyes slightly reddened, she fought against the feeling of being aggrieved, steadying her weak body. With determination, she knocked on the toilet door, "Is anyone there..."
"Can anyone hear me speaking?"
Chi Enen was in a daze, mechanically tapping on the door, trying to make as much noise as possible.
Her mind, however, was in a fog, starting to wander aimlessly—
It's so late already, I wonder if Baby Chi has gotten home?
