This was an ordinary room, at least it seemed so now. They threw Lin Suqing onto the ground beside the bed and then left one after another.
Ever since they entered the mansion, they had not uttered a single word; even the details of tying people up and carrying them by pushing the door seemed practiced and familiar, not like it was their first time abducting someone.
At this moment, Lin Suqing was bound with his hands behind his back, making movement inconvenient. But lying on his side was truly uncomfortable, so he pushed and scooted backward towards the edge of the bed. Using his hands tied behind him, he clutched the edge of the bed tightly, to help himself sit up with the borrowed leverage.
Through the thin layer of paper pasted on the latticed window, he observed the changes in the skies outside and reflected whether there was anything he had overlooked during the journey here, besides the intricate arrangements.
