After chatting with Qin Qingdi, Ruan Qi gained a deeper understanding of the crazed degree of obsession Cheng Yan had.
She thought for a moment, sent a WeChat message to Mo Lan, and then fell asleep under the covers.
...
"Save me... save me..."
The shrill cries echoed in her ears.
Ruan Qi furrowed her brows and slowly opened her eyes.
Where was this?
The dim room, the stench of blood, the noisy crying.
Ruan Qi shifted uncomfortably and her hands touched something sticky.
She looked down, using the faint light to glance at her hands...
Why was it a child's hand?!
Ruan Qi widened her eyes, shocked at the sight of her hands, which were now the size of an eight or nine-year-old child's.
The hands were very white, but covered with many scars, and the palms were sticky with blood.
Blood?
Why was there blood?
Ruan Qi quickly got up from the ground, but hadn't taken two steps before she stumbled over something.
In the dim light, she reached out and touched that thing.
