The seawater seeped in from the bottom through the pipe, bit by bit. She didn't know how much time had passed, but the water level had gradually risen to her chest.
She leaned against the glass wall, her whole body almost submerged in the water, her lips a shade of blue.
Du Xiaorong walked over from not far away, looking at Meng Xi'er, who was shivering against the glass wall. She looked as if she could pass out at any second.
"Half an hour left. If he doesn't come, I'll end your suffering, alright?" Her voice was very gentle. Looking at Meng Xi'er's blue-purple face, she murmured, "You have been kind to me, apart from deceiving me. I think, before you die, at least I should give you a merciful end, right?"
Meng Xi'er clenched her teeth tightly, but couldn't stop them from chattering due to the cold. It was really too cold. Fortunately, she was indoors, otherwise, she wouldn't have lasted this long.
