The corridor's dim and hazy lighting stretched his shadow long.
Shen Jingqi looked up at the dim lighting, feeling that today's lights were much duller than usual.
The corridor was silent, with only his footsteps echoing. The sound was low and prolonged, like a sleepless soul in the deep night telling endless sorrow.
After just a few steps, a strange sensation shot through his spine like electricity.
He frowned, a wave of inexplicable unease rising within him. Was it his imagination? Or was there really some unknown secret here?
The school's psychology center was near the west gate, and at night it felt especially silent, yet this silence now made him feel unprecedented unease.
He shook his head, trying to dismiss those absurd thoughts from his mind. Shen Jingqi turned to continue forward, but after a few steps, he couldn't resist glancing back at the tightly closed door. A faint light filtered through the door crack, as if whispering some unknown story.
