"I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this," said Zhang Xiao'ou, her face ashen, devoid of any color, as she clung tightly to Xiao Qiang, speaking weakly.
Looking at the trembling Zhang Xiao'ou, Xiao Qiang revealed a faint smile and said slowly, "Don't worry, I've got everything under control. Just be at ease."
"Okay! I believe you."
From afar, boundless sea waves rushed over, as if the entire world were on the verge of being completely engulfed by them.
Yet, for some reason, in front of Xiao Qiang, she felt such peace.
Zhang Xiao'ou had been traveling in France and unexpectedly got captured by Long Jingtian's men and taken to a mysterious place. Many women were imprisoned there, and they were taken out daily for the amusement of strange men.
Fortunately, she seemed to still be of use and was not asked to go out.
Unexpectedly, for some unknown reason, Zhang Ling'er and Shen Zuiqiu were also captured. Ever since Zhang Ling'er's arrival, no one bothered with the prison anymore.
