Ding Nianzi's face was pale, and she shivered as she stared at the icy blade against her face, feeling an urge to cry out in fear.
But one glance at those fierce gazes and she forcibly held back the tears brimming in her eyes.
Who were these people? Why had they kidnapped her?
Having been pampered since childhood, she had never encountered such danger. Panic had replaced reason; she was clueless about what to do and could only follow them in terror to an unknown destination.
The further they went, the more violently the car shook, making her feel they had deviated from the bustling city.
Her frantic heart beat even more fiercely. Were they taking her to some desolate wilderness?
In such a state, it was better to lose consciousness and suffer from panic than to be awake and aware.
After what felt like an eternity, the car finally came to a stop, and Ding Nianzi's heart that had been suspended mid-air dropped, only to rise to her throat again.
For she saw where she was—
