Jing Tian sat on a cold bench quietly. She was both familiar and unfamiliar with this place. Half a year ago, she had sat on the same bench in this lab alone quietly reading the book she liked.
Half a year later, she still sat here, but the difference was that she was no longer waiting for the class bell to ring, instead, she was a participant here waiting to do a test that could cause instant death.
"Number 5, please get ready."
Jing Tian closed the diary, a slight yellow tint old photo accidentally slipped off the book and dropped to the ground. She bent over her skinny body to pick it up, and gently moved her fingers across the photo to touch those familiar faces as if she had gone back to those old days. She smiled when her fingers stopped at a young boy's face.
She calmly put the photo back into the book, held it in her arms, and then walked straight towards that cold door. Behind that door, several indifferent eyes were looking at her.