Ray Lee was also slow in hindsight, his face red with embarrassment, his gaze resentfully shifted towards Hannah, who was laughing intently at the side.
Everyone remained trapped in the hall, the peculiar footsteps from outside were starting to get louder.
The letter didn't actually say much, except for recording an event.
— Dear friends, I've heard the news about the fire in your hospital. I hope you are all well. If so, please reply to me to put my mind at ease.
The date on the letter was five years ago today.
Someone suggested, "Perhaps the code is the date on the letter."
Everyone thought it made sense, so they each tried it one by one.
It was in vain. After several attempts, it still didn't work.
Hannah glanced around, then suddenly stopped in front of a mirror.
The mirror was full of dust, faintly revealing a few characters in red.
Hannah lowered her head searching for something on the ground, and the next second, a tissue was handed over to her.
