Watching the number on the elevator screen change from 16 to 15, Li Hao rummaged around in Shen Jie's bag, but there was no paintbrush, sketchbook, or paint what he was looking for. "You can bear it a little longer, we'll be there soon, just hold on." Li Hao's voice trembled a little, and Shen Jie stared at the elevator door. He couldn't hear anything. There was only darkness in front of him, as if he was drowned, and his brain stopped functioning.
Purpose: Healing