In this world, everything collapses too quickly. When the destructive storm rushed towards her, Han Yanyan barely had time to see the man's face. All she could remember was his gaze.
He looked at the crumbling world around him, showing no concern for Han Yanyan. To him, the pitiful Han Yanyan was no different from Miss Cao, who had turned into ashes, or the bodyguards fleeing in fear. In his eyes, she was as insignificant as a piece of crumbling wall or a glass bottle on the ground.
Only indifference filled his gaze, a cold detachment from the world as if he did not belong there at all.
This indifference made Han Yanyan feel a chill of fear. Then, the storm struck, and she was reduced to nothingness.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, finding herself in a pure white space. Her legs went weak, and she fell to her knees, gasping for breath. Experiencing destruction was nothing like watching a special effects movie; her heart was pounding uncomfortably.
An electronic voice boomed angrily, “Not even ten minutes! Not even ten minutes!”
Han Yanyan thought to herself, What ten minutes?