After a muffled bang, the door was closed tightly. Zhao Youxi knelt on the floor and pounded on the door with all her strength. It created noises, and she hoped that the people inside would open the door.
Unfortunately, even after she pounded on the door until her hands were red and shouted until her voice became hoarse, she could not make the people in the room come out to meet her again.
Zhao Youxi fell to the floor feebly. The marble floor under her was icy cold, but it was not as cold as the disappointment in her heart at this moment.
Her face was extremely numb. After a long time, she staggered to get up from the floor. She held onto the wall and walked out step by step.
The pounding just now seemed to have drawn out all of Zhao Youxi's strength. After walking a few steps and bypassing a corridor, she sat on the floor again when she made sure that she would not see the door that took away her last hope.
