Han Miao hurriedly took out her cell phone from the pocket of her down jacket. She turned on the flashlight on her cell phone and shone it into the corridor.
The visibility of the flashlight was very low and Han Miao didn't see anything.
If she couldn't see, she would be even more flustered.
Han Miao muttered some superstitious words before trembling as she walked into the dark corridor. She had a performance tonight. She was wearing a pair of tight boots under her long dress. The heels of her shoes hit the cement floor and made clicking sounds.
Han Miao loved to read mystery novels. When she heard that clicking sound, her mind was filled with the scene of a malicious ghost knocking on the ground with a thigh bone.
Han Miao shivered even harder.
The underground corridor was exceptionally cold. The cold wind felt like they were in hell.
After some time, Han Miao finally walked from Class 230 to Class 222.
