It was pitch-black, and the tip of her nose seemed to be able to smell the musty damp air around him. Where was this place, and why was it here again?
Eh? The person lying on the bed was Yan Kuan? Wasn't he rescued? But why was he lying in this pitch-black room?
And those people, what were those people injecting him with? Damn it, what kind of drug were they injecting him with? Don't touch him, don't touch him, get lost, get lost...
Waving her arms, large beads of sweat dropped from her forehead. It was a dream, she was dreaming. How could it be like this? How could she dream about these things? Could it be that this was what Yan Kuan had experienced in the Ouyang family?
