The rainwater has flooded the whole first floor; even the ceiling is submerged.
Standing on the second floor, all you can see is a rectangle of water occupying the stair entry point.
Yan Qingwen is squatting by the water's edge holding a rope. Everyone else stands to the side, their eyes fixed on the rectangular body of water.
Shen Mo has been under for a minute now. Besides some minor ripples, the surface of the water remains unchanged.
Bai Youwei's heart is aflame with anxiety.
She wants to pull the rope but fears it would disrupt his movements underwater. But without pulling the rope, she has no way of judging his circumstances from the black and somber water surface.
Her eyes are transfixed on the water. She bites her lower lip without blinking, frequently glancing at the rope in Yan Qingwen's hand, hoping to see some movement.
But none comes.
Nothing happens at all.
