Someone poured a large basin of cold water on Liang Yan, drenching her from head to toe. Liang Yan shuddered and slowly woke up. They had tied her hands behind her back while she sat on the cold ground. Her lips were bluish when the wind blew, and she trembled, "Where am I...?"
Liang Yan felt her head was so painful. It was dark there, so she couldn't see where she was.
"My sister, you're awake?" Liang Youli stood in front of Liang Yan. She squatted down to look at Liang Yan's disheveled appearance.
Liang Yan lifted her head and finally saw her surrounding. She was in a warehouse with four walls and only a pile of discarded cardboard boxes. There were five to six strong-built men around, waiting behind Liang Youli. Liang Yan asked, "Liang Youli, what are you doing? Untie me!"
Liang Yan wanted to free her hands, but she was helpless. They had tied the rope tight. She struggled until her wrist was red, yet it was pointless.
