The room was very dark.
Xia Ruqing, suppressing her fear and anxiety, walked in with trembling cold limbs.
She didn't pay attention to the door frame.
With a bang, she tripped and almost fell.
"Slow down!"
Zhao Junqi grabbed her just in time.
Xia Ruqing didn't bother to speak to him, she shook him off violently with tears flowing and continued walking inside.
Her body was cold as she focused and held her breath, trying to find any trace of him in the darkness.
Unfortunately... there was nothing but an increasingly strong stench of blood in the air.
With every step she took, her heart grew colder.
Zhao Junyao, is it really you?
It must not be you, right?
A ray of sunlight streamed through the narrow window.
Instead of illuminating the room, it contrasted sharply with the bustling world of flowers and trees outside, making the room feel even darker and colder.
The narrow room had nothing but a four-legged wooden board.
