Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
It was like the faucet was not tightened, or like some kind of viscous liquid falling from a height. She frowned, turned the key and pushed the door open, darkness flooding in like a tide. He fumbled and pressed the switch on the wall, and the dim light barely illuminated the narrow entrance.
"It's broken again." She sighed. The circuits in this old apartment building were seriously aging and the lights were always on and off. She took off her rain-stained coat and hung it behind the door, stepping barefoot on the cold floor.
The ticking sound became clearer.
Han Jiayi put down her briefcase and followed the sound to the bathroom. When the door was opened, the faucet of the sink was closed tightly, with no trace of leakage. She looked up at the ceiling - it was dry, not even water stained.
