"Meng Yao, are you ready? We're running out of time."
Someone knocked on Meng Yao's bedroom door from outside several times.
Lying on the bed motionless, Meng Yao's facial muscles involuntarily showed a hopeful expression. But unfortunately... the person outside just shouted once and didn't plan to continue calling out, quickly giving up.
Meng Yao was indignant, and then more emotions were overwhelmed by intense fear.
She had no idea what awaited her.
It's the unknown that makes one more afraid and scared.
She was usually a homebody and a fujoshi, her personality and interests were out of place with those around her. She preferred shrinking into her cheap rented apartment and indulging in her own world.
The current resulting consequence is that in a suite, besides the roommate who sat alongside her on the bus to work, occasionally calling her name symbolically, no one else cared what happened to her.
