Late at night, Capital City Level A Sperm Bank Collection Center.
"Han Wanwan, you're not on a blind date, why are you being so picky?" Zhang Wan whispered urgingly.
A beam of light darted back and forth in the corridor of the sperm bank's cold storage center room, weaving between the large and small precision refrigerated storage boxes.
"Han Wanwan, have you made your choice yet?" The voice started to tremble a little.
The quiet corridor, the wind whistling through the window lattice, became eerie and terrifying in the still night. Unable to bear the inner panic, Zhang Wan hurriedly approached Han Wanwan.
"What are you looking at?" Zhang Wan asked puzzled, seeing Han Wanwan staring intently at the photos on each small box.
Cold air slowly rose from below, leading her to wrap her arms around herself, rubbing back and forth.
"Zhang Wan, don't you think all these people look the same?"
