Each day would pass as she waited and waited for someone to save her, without giving up hope. She wanted to survive, and she wanted to leave the place alive. She constantly reminded herself to fight for her survival. No matter what happens, I must not be afraid, and I must not fall asleep...
Suddenly, a knock echoed from the other side of the door.
Yan Huan sneakily peeked at the door, while remaining completely still and quiet.
After all, it would be a useless struggle. No matter how much she begged or pleaded, the chance of a positive outcome would still be nil.
They would never let her go.
A man entered the room and walked toward her, before stopping in front of her. Yan Huan simply glared at him expressionlessly, displaying no emotions in her ambiguous eyes. However, she managed to see the man's face, obviously battered and riddled by scars of old age and passing years.
