Time ticked by, second by second, and Yu Jingrong had grown accustomed to the darkness. Peering ahead, she realized that the entire cave was blocked; there was no way forward or back.
Lying on the ground, surrounded entirely by rocks, only her left hand could move slightly—every other part of her was pinned down by stones. If it weren't for a small hollow on this side of the stone wall, she would likely have been crushed to death by now.
A damp, sticky substance began to trickle down from the corner of her forehead, gradually reaching the tip of her nose and the corners of her lips.
The heavy scent of blood rushed to her nostrils, and the salty taste of blood, flowing like water, filled her mouth. Yu Jingrong took a deep breath to calm herself and think of ways to escape.
Her forehead and right side of her body had suffered severe injuries. If she didn't perform self-rescue, she wouldn't last much longer and feared she would be buried alive, dying from blood loss.
