Song Yi walked into the elevator in a daze, her footsteps somewhat unsteady.
She leaned against the elevator wall, her head tilted back, staring at the ceiling with a vacant look.
It felt as if something had tugged at her heart, like flying black ashes instantly wrapped around her whole being.
She felt oppressed and stifled, as if she were a branch burdened by too much cold snow in an icy landscape, suddenly collapsing, sinking into the frozen ground, tightly covered and wrapped by snow and ice again.
The blood in her veins seemed to have frozen solid.
Song Yi abruptly squatted down against the elevator wall, hugging herself and burying her head in her knees, biting her lip fiercely, crying with muffled sobs.
Li Wen frowned, hurriedly squatting down to ask what was wrong.
Song Yi said nothing, just cried.
The elevator traveled up and down, with people coming and going, all casting strange glances her way.
