On May 2nd, at 9:30, the world stopped.
The students in the classroom seemed to have had their souls taken away, and the clock on the wall stayed at that moment forever.
Chen Yuting ran to the rooftop and dialed the number.
"Chu Lin, something happened."
There was silence for three seconds on the other end of the phone: "I know. I'll come right away."
——But when she came, there was a festering wound hidden under her school uniform.
The end is near. But what worried Chen Yuting more than the doomsday was the unspoken panic in Chu Lin's eyes.
Intention: When the world collapses, only you are my constant coordinate.