Mo Qiansu regained consciousness to find herself in a room.
She looked around. The room was tastefully decorated with carved beams and painted rafters, a fragrance table made of sandalwood, and exquisitely carved vermilion windows. Outside the window were rockeries and water, creating a serene and beautiful environment that exuded an ancient charm, like an idyllic haven hidden within the bustling city.
Clearly, the owner lived with great taste. However, his actions were so rough and devoid of humanity!
At this moment, Mo Qiansu was bound to a chair, unable to move.
She was alone in the room. She had been calling out for a while, but no one answered; it was so quiet that not even a fly could be heard.
So, she simply conserved her energy and stopped calling. She wanted to see just who was so despicable to have tied her up and brought her here.
...
Mo Qiansu did not know how long she had waited when, at last, footsteps were heard from outside the door.
