It was already two months later when Lin Huan escaped from the seventeenth floor.
The corridor was unrecognizable. Using the house number, the boy stumbled and opened the door to his home. Shouted Yu Jia's name hoarsely.
No one responded.
She might still be on another floor. It should be fine. It'll be okay, don't think about it. The boy took a deep breath, hesitated, and closed the door of his sister's room.
In the corner of the room, there was a dark, blurry, unidentifiable human shape.
A golden bracelet lay quietly in the filth.
Motto: Love is courage.