Song Family villa, basement.
Yu Yaxian curled up on the cold ground, feeling as if fire blazed from her throat all the way to her stomach.
Yu Yaxian had been locked up here for three whole days.
Without a drop of water, her stomach had turned from the emptiness of hunger to aching, leaving her without an ounce of strength in her body.
This basement, which Du Lianxin used to store miscellaneous items, had no windows, making it difficult for one to sense the passage of time.
The fear brought on by the darkness followed her like a shadow.
Various boxes were piled haphazardly, intertwined with several thick layers of cobwebs.
"Someone…"
Yu Yaxian felt dizzy and could barely make a sound with her dry, hoarse throat.
She could never have imagined, after the Song family brought back Song Qiming against the doctor's advice, that they would lock her up here without question or reason.
