Number five grinned, dragged number six, and ran toward the safety stairs.
Song qingxiao followed Zhang Xiaoyu and saw her go down to the first floor. She ran out of the open glass door to the small garden outside, and she followed closely.
After this series of events, the sky outside was already much brighter than before, but the surroundings still seemed to be covered in a thick layer of fog that had not dispersed.
After Zhang Xiaoyu left the garden, her pace was not as hurried as before. She walked slower and slower, as if she knew that song qingxiao was following her, but she did not care.
She walked to the cluster of flowers leaning against the high wall of the hospital and stopped. In the hazy fog, she held the wall with one hand and lowered her head, sobbing softly.
Song qingxiao also stopped. There were hurried footsteps coming from the distance, which was particularly clear in the quiet mental hospital.
