Nian Shutong's free fall felt like an endless dream, falling infinitely.
Half an hour later, just when she thought it was over, she felt a strong push on her back, she hit the ground.
"Is that all? There's nothing—ah—-"
Nian Shutong's hands flailed wildly in the air, trying to grasp something, but there was nothing, grasping at loneliness.
At this moment, she was spinning, her whole body lying on the ground, the world spinning around her. It wasn't just any spinning; it felt like the space-distorting spins from science fiction movies.
Completely disoriented, dizzy to the extreme.
Now Nian Shutong felt sick, wanted to vomit, and stars danced in her vision.
"I-I-I was wrong!"
Nian Shutong screamed out, but no one responded, the dizziness continued, lasting a full hour.
When it finally stopped, Nian Shutong's face was pale as a sheet, she couldn't even stand, she crawled back to the edge of the chalkboard.
