"Help, help..."
"Is anyone there? Let us out..."
The two shouted for minutes, but no one responded.
Qiao Ran calculated that with the temperature dropping, they would be frozen to death in less than twenty minutes.
Cheng Zhiyuan, trembling with cold, took off his clothes and gave them to Qiao Ran.
"I don't need them, put them on yourself," Qiao Ran said, stumbling to the shelf to find a medicine that could warm their bodies.
After taking the medicine, their bodies warmed up somewhat, but they had already taken the maximum dose, and taking more could be fatal.
The two continued to bang on the door and call for help, hoping someone would hear them, but still, no one responded.
"Are we going to freeze to death here?" Cheng Zhiyuan asked with a bleak voice, looking at Qiao Ran's rapidly paling face and blackened lips.
"No, we'll find a way out," Qiao Ran said, standing up to look for a way out of the cold storage.
However, they looked around and saw no escape.