"Don't worry, she's not dead."
Bai Xinxin released her hand disdainfully, pulled out her phone, dialed a video call and presented it to An Ziqi.
In the video, Xiao Yining's small face was pale and her eyes tightly closed, hung in mid-air by a rope. Tears suddenly welled up in An Ziqi's eyes and it felt like her heart was choking.
"Bai Xinxin, what on earth do you want me to do?"
As Bai Xinxin watched her pain, she smiled satisfyingly, "Perhaps you should take a dip in the chilling water for an hour, then we can negotiate terms."
An Ziqi turned around and trudged step by step into the frosty ocean. Only when the water had encroached up to her waist did Bai Xinxin let her stop.
Despite the arrival of spring, the seawater was still ice-cold. However, An Ziqi was numb to this; her mind filled with images of her daughter, Ningning, suspended in the air by a rope.
The sea breeze buffeted her thin frame, making her sway awkwardly. Her petite face had long paled, void of any color.
