Xiaye's half cheek was burning hot, her skin rubbing against the rough towel, the pain making her gasp for breath, tears welling in her eyes from the physiological reaction.
Even a fool could understand the meaning behind the final words Rat Eyes had dropped before leaving.
It was completely different from the quick death she had imagined, the kind where the kidnappers simply get rid of the victim.
As cold sweat continuously seeped from her forehead, Xiaye's mind was filled with thoughts about how to kill herself before ending up at that unspeakable conclusion, in case Li Beicheng would refuse to pay the ransom for her.
As for Shuirou...
Thinking of this name, Xiaye bit her lip.
Probably for safety reasons, Shuirou hadn't been tied up with her.
These kidnappers were clearly professionals, yet so conscientiously cautious that they feared she and Shuirou might collude with each other.
She swallowed hard, her heart quivering with uncertainty and fear.
