C19 A Torturous Old House

The corridor was silent. Although the lights were still gentle, Bai Xiaoning's heart was getting more and more anxious. Her arm that was holding the tray was already aching.

In her memory, she had already walked for a long time, but that hateful study seemed to be invisible, completely untraceable.

What should he do?

Bai Xiaoning stopped in the middle of a corridor, defeated