In the darkness, she could not find a single thread of light.
When Ji Nuan woke up, all she could see was darkness. She struggled with all her might, but as she gradually used up her strength, she could only lay there limply.
She laid on a wide, long chair. Her hands were tied against the back of the chair while her legs were restrained with a rope. No matter how she struggled, she was unable to loosen the ropes. Her lips were also sealed with tape, preventing her from calling for help.
Her surroundings were completely pitch-black. When she woke up, she was completely unable to discern if her transmigration had been a dream and she was still trapped in that dark and boundless past life of hers. Perhaps, she was still locked in that barren, undeveloped village behind the mountains, waiting to be forcefully sold around by those group of villagers.
The dark was frightening; it was impossible to tell how much time had passed.
