I Am Related to Her Death

The cargo lift slowly rose before finally stopping at the sixth floor. The silvery gray doors opened before Chen Ge. The air conditioning draft blew into the elevator—the temperature inside the lab was much lower than outside. A bright fluorescent light shone on the tiles. The corridor before them was very clean, devoid of any trash.

The eastern campus' lab building is like this as well, but there was definitely no lights there. Chen Ge glanced at the glass on the door, and his reflection stared back at him.

"How come it feels like I've been here before even though I'm sure that has not happened." Zhang Ju slowly raised his head. He also saw his face on the glass. The fire scorched his face, and the glance of it made people feel uncomfortable. He scratched his head like he was trying hard to remember something.