Gu Nianzhi shrugged, shielding her eyes from the sun, and looked at the sky in the distance.
It was already dusk, and the golden setting sun drenched the small creek in an orangey yellow. Through the thick foliage, she could see the grand arrival of birds returning to the forest from the sky. It was nearly nighttime again.
Another day had passed, and Gu Nianzhi was slightly let down. Why were the police so inefficient here? She had called them last night, and it was already sunset.
Nearly 20 hours had elapsed...
When were they going to save her?! Also, hadn't Smith and her colleagues received her messages by now?
Even if they had missed her voicemails, she hadn't returned to the hotel for a whole day and night now. Could they not be worrying about her? They didn't even call. Was she that unlikeable?
