Yan Xiaye's heart was pounding with urgency, and before she could struggle, she was overcome by the effects of the drug on the handkerchief and passed out.
Damn it, if Mother Yan woke up and found both her and Yan Shuirou missing, she might do something foolish…
As her last thought flashed through her mind, she involuntarily took a breath and collapsed.
...
When she regained consciousness, Yan Xiaye groggily opened her eyes to find herself in an abandoned civilian house.
The dusk sunlight filtered through the iron window in the southwest corner, casting a dim glow in the dusty air with very low visibility.
Her hands were tied above her head, her tiptoes barely touching the ground, her body sore and numb, completely devoid of strength.
Calming herself as quickly as possible, Yan Xiaye shut her eyes again and began to conjecture the intentions of the men in black suits who had kidnapped her and Yan Shuirou.
