"Ah!"
Su Liuying exclaimed, and in an instant, the elevator was pitch black, a sense of terror creeping from her heart. She crouched down, curling her hands on her knees, shivering, with sweat constantly pouring from her forehead. She could only grit her teeth to prevent an outburst from breaking through.
"Su Liuying, are you alright?"
In the darkness, Quan Tianyou reached out and touched Su Liuying's shoulder, but she suddenly screamed, continuously batting at him with her hands, "Ah, let go of me! Let go of me!"
"What's wrong with you?"
He grabbed her with one hand and took out his mobile phone with the other. By the light of the screen, he saw that something was amiss with Su Liuying—her hair was wet on her forehead, sticking to her cheeks, her clothes were drenched in sweat, and her eyes were vacant, filled with extreme fear.
"Su Liuying, what's the matter with you?"
