Once they stepped into the eerie passageway, an unknown fear hooded over Li Juan's mind. The dim lights and the silence lingered in the corridor sent chills to her body. Even without any proper reasons, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up in fright. The floor seemed to sway under feet and she subconsciously grabbed Liang's black leather jacket, for security.
Liang who has carefully led the way through the narrow passage suddenly felt a tug on his clothes. Since the ground was uneven, he reached out for the person who is walking behind him.
Without any hesitations, Li Juan tightly clutched on to his warm palm as if it was the last straw given to a drowning person. When her sweaty palms came into contact with his skin, Liang immediately understood that Li Juan's anxiety/ fear levels got kicked up because of the closed environment.
