C112 Loss

Time passed slowly, and the night consumed the human spirit.

Drip, drip, drip. The passageway was extremely quiet, allowing cold currents to flow through one's body.

Zhai Yuanxi and Yan Hanyu each sat on a stool by the side of the aisle, it was deadly silent.

After an unknown period of time, two doctors and nurses walked out. Their foreheads were beaded with sweat and their emotions were heavy