Chapter 511: Chapter 503: Crazy Parents

Gao Ming shut the door of Room 2002, and the oil lamp in his hand became the only source of light. The feeble flame flickered within the glass jar, like a bird deprived of its freedom, uttering its last drops of vital essence.

His shoes stepped onto the wooden floor, with insects burrowing into the crevices, and the shadow of Gao Ming reflected on the peeling walls gradually twisted.

He carried the oil lamp down the corridor, his elongated shadow dancing in the firelight as if supplicating to unknown deities.

At the end of the corridor was his room—2009. The number on the door resembled a particular year, its dark script printed on the pages of history, carelessly flipped, becoming the dust of countless fates.

Snow and sleet struck the corridor windows, little ice particles pattering against the glass, their sharp sounds resembling fingernails continuously knocking on the door.