"Gu Yan!" Tang Yuxiu called out, his voice echoing in the empty and quiet office, but no one responded for quite a while.
He continued searching inside, calling out from time to time, yet no one answered.
Gu Yan, trapped in the piano room, felt increasingly cold, her nose itched a bit, and when she sniffled lightly, she found her nose was blocked.
Her throat also felt itchy; she wanted to cough but forcibly held it back, not daring to make a sound.
What to do, it's freezing, and her cold had relapsed, it was so uncomfortable, she felt there was no way she'd make it through the night.
When people can't see hope, they tend to become extremely pessimistic. Earlier, she could still fantasize about someone finding her here, but now she was too tired to even think about it.
