Gu Aihan slowly left too.
However this time before she can leave without getting noticed, Gu Jihu's subordinates catch her.
The dimly lit basement was cold, with stone walls that seemed to trap the silence and amplify the tension in the air. Gu Aihan sat bound on a wooden chair, her wrists and ankles tied with magical ropes that shimmered faintly in the darkness. Her usually confident demeanor had been replaced by fear, her wide eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape.
The heavy door creaked open, and Gu Jihu entered, followed by Gu Jichun.
Both siblings had a dark, unreadable expression on their faces.
Gu Jihu's sharp eyes gleamed dangerously, while Gu Jichun's lips were set in a tight, cold line.
Gu Aihan's voice trembled as she pleaded,
"Please, let me go. We… we were siblings once. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
