I don't know how long it took before Lin Ye's consciousness struggled to surface from the chaos.
It was pitch black before his eyes, and he couldn't see his fingers, as if he were wrapped in a black cloth, not even a trace of light could penetrate.
The air was filled with a dull smell mixed with dust and rust, and there was a deathly silence in my ears. Occasionally, I could hear a few extremely suppressed, trembling breaths.
Where is this?
Memories are like torn film, flashing back in fragments. The last scene was of the elective course "World Modern History" at three o'clock in the afternoon, the drowsy classroom, the dazzling sunlight outside the window, and the lecturer's calm tone...
Then, there is endless darkness.
"Who... Who's here?"
A timid female voice with a crying voice sounded, instantly breaking the dead silence.
