But Jingrong's phone calls went forever unanswered.
Li Chengyun felt a suffocating sensation, urgently telling himself, no, she absolutely must be alright, this was not allowed under any circumstances!
She owed him so much, how could she just throw him off and vanish?
He, Li Chengyun, would never allow it!
"Jingrong, if you dare to die, I will make sure you suffer even on the road to the underworld!" As Li Chengyun uttered these words,
it was as if there was a psychic connection, for Jingrong, who was drowsy in the cave, slowly opened her eyes.
It could hardly be called opening them; they were merely slits, barely revealing a glimpse of light.
"Drip... drip... drip..." The sound of water falling echoed in her ears, along with a rumbling noise, like machinery operating or something else.
Having been in the dark for so long, she gradually made out the pitch-black cave.
