C484 If we can stay together

The straight, narrow corridor led to the end of the field of vision, where a silver-gray door stood, closed.

Zhao Yilin was barefoot on the camel-colored carpet. She wore a white bedsheet over her body, and her face and hands were stained with blood. When she saw that door, her heart began to pound, as if there was some earth-shattering truth hiding behind it.

She started toward the door