Yin Feng's mind exploded abruptly; the scene before his eyes overlapped with the images in his memory and related fragments of his memories in Guizhou seemed to flood him at once.
It was a snowy day. A thick layer of snow had accumulated by the lake. He parked his car on the roadside, got off, and took a breath of the cold, chilling air, a feeling that felt as fresh as if it had happened yesterday.
In the blink of an eye, he descended the stairs and arrived in the icy-cold basement.
He spotted Su Ziyi standing in front of a table in her black satin short dress that showed her long, slender arms. She was busy organizing a pile of manuscripts. She turned her head and gave him a sweet smile.
He turned his head again to see a man lying on the ground, clad in just underwear, with wounds all over his body and thin chains tied around his ankles.
