777 falls apart

The corridor, long and desolate, with glaring white walls and ghastly pale light, blurs the boundaries, seemingly extending endlessly to the end of the world.

Involuntarily, I lightened my footsteps, but the rustling sounds still echoed in the eerily silent space, as a sinister chill crept up my arms, causing goosebumps to madly emerge and hair to stand on end.

From a distance, Li Wei immediately spotted Jenna.

The woman who was always elegant and calm, no matter how tired, pained, or helpless, her hair neatly done, her clothes always clean. Her slender shoulders, like poplar trees, remained ramrod straight, proudly bearing the onslaught of life's storms, never once misplacing her composure.

But now, she hunched over in her chair, shoulders seemingly collapsed under a weight they could no longer bear, her hair at the temples messily breaking free from its confines, her eyes spiritlessly fixed ahead, devoid of any energy.