Mu Xiangwan had been unconscious for a long time. When she awoke, her eyes were covered with a black cloth, her mouth was sealed with tape, and her hands were tied behind her back. She was immobile and unable to see anything.
An endless darkness enveloped her, as if she were trapped in hell. Nameless fears slithered towards her like venomous tongues, converging from all directions.
Her uncomfortable sleeping position had left her body aching all over, with a particularly tight discomfort in her neck. She longed to move her muscles, but the rope that bound her tightly had almost cut into her flesh, leaving her no room to move at all.
"You woke up quite quickly." She had just moaned a single syllable when she heard the rusty creak of a door opening, followed by the heavy footsteps of someone entering, their sound ominously reminiscent of Su Chaoyang's military boots striking the floor.
