By the time Lin Anning woke up, she found herself dumped in the trunk of a small car.
The trunk was stuffy, hot, and pitch-black.
Only a hole the size of a thumb near the tail light allowed in a bit of cool air and fresh oxygen so that she wouldn't suffocate.
Her hands were tied behind her back, and her mouth was gagged tightly.
The car sped along, and she was jostled so much that she felt nauseous and lightheaded, unsure of where they were going.
Was Tang Meiyan planning to sell her? Or to bury her somewhere deserted?
No, she couldn't just sit there and wait for death.
Lin Anning tried to calm herself and moved her head up to peek through the small hole.
Outside was a dirt road, kicking up clouds of dust.
There were no adults, just two cow-herding lads.
She struggled to turn over and took out hawthorn balls from the pharmacy, stuffing them through the hole one by one…
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