He couldn't help but shake his head. The flow of time seemed to be affected by something, becoming blurrier and blurrier. He no longer knew how long he had been walking down the hallway, and the strange sounds that lingered at the edge of his hearing grew louder and louder, reminiscent of the incessant "bang bang" clashing noises of countless machines operating in a factory before the Apocalypse.
Lu Xiaojie suddenly stopped in front of a room after who knows how long, glanced back at Tang Ye, then opened the door, furrowed her brows, and closed it again.
"Not this one," she said, her voice tinged with unease.
Seeing her like this, Tang Ye wondered if she had gotten lost?
"What's wrong?"
"It seems... we're lost."
Lu Xiaojie began to ponder, her frown deepening more and more.
"Where exactly did we go wrong?"
She continued to look around occasionally, her expression becoming more and more irritable, even panicking, indicating that this situation was indeed quite tricky.
