Han Jiaojiao had no idea how much time had passed.
Ever since she was locked up, she had been shrouded in this darkness, where the intermittent sounds of crying could always be heard. She had tried to find an exit but could only feel the cold, hard walls.
She didn't know where she was...
She kept telling herself to stay calm, she must stay calm, but as the darkness lingered on, her fear grew.
She couldn't see anything; all around her was the cold, hard touch, and no matter how loudly she shouted, there was no response. She felt as if she had been exiled by the world. The feeling of being abandoned was terrifying.
Just as she was about to break down, she heard the voice of Hong Yun in her mind—
"Jiaojiao, can you hear my voice?"
"Sister Hong Yun!" Han Jiaojiao, who had been leaning against the wall, suddenly stood up.
"Don't move, there are surveillance cameras in the place where you are detained, don't move...act like nothing has happened. Now listen to me..."
