Right at this peak of despair, her gaze—or rather, the instinctive muscle memory of her body—fell upon her left foot: that signature, thirteen-centimeter Mary Jane pump with a towering heel that she had refused to swap even while fleeing for her life. The thick, sturdy heel reflected a cold, hard glimmer under the faint luminescence of the Lumitoast Rice leaking through the emergency exit.
A thought bordering on the absurd struck her like lightning tearing through chaos!
There was no time to hesitate! Jingyi drew a sharp breath of freezing air, pouring her entire body weight and every ounce of remaining strength into her left leg. She lifted her left foot, leaned her upper body back, dropped her center of gravity, and aimed straight for an inconspicuous square groove at the base of the reset valve, specifically designed for maintenance pry bars!
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