Unfortunately, imagination is always beautiful, while reality is always cruel.
When the handle of the bathroom door turned again, Qin Hai still hadn't returned.
Lin Qingya was so frightened by the sound of the handle turning outside that she felt as if half her soul had fled. She hid behind the door, immobile, her body stiff, not even daring to breathe loudly, as her snow-white legs trembled uncontrollably.
Click, click, click!
With each click of the lock, Lin Qingya's heart shook in response.
Luckily, the person outside, unable to open the bathroom door, soon went elsewhere to search. As the footsteps faded away, Lin Qingya finally let out a sigh of relief.
After calming her roller-coaster emotions slightly, Lin Qingya frantically searched the entire bathroom, but to her despair, she realized she hadn't brought her phone with her. That meant she couldn't contact Qin Hai, let alone call for help. She had no choice but to hide in the bathroom, waiting for the inevitable.
