Just when Wu Xia was in a difficult situation, he felt that someone was hiding behind the pile of grass at his house.
He walked over with confusion.
"Ah!"
A sharp scream came out from the pile of grass.
Wu Xia frowned slightly, "Ma Yan?"
Ma Yan crawled out of the grass pile in a panic, her face dusty and dirty, anxiously looking around.
"Doctor Wu, have they left?"
It turned out that after she was released yesterday, she fled only to find the long, winding mountain road seemingly endless.
So she hid in the pile of grass next to Wu Xia's house, hoping to find a way to get someone to take her out after those people had left.
But the grass pile was very hot, and she soon suffered heatstroke. Coupled with the days spent in anxious captivity in the dark room, she hadn't slept well and thus fell into a faint.
It wasn't until the latter half of the night when the temperature dropped that she woke up.
"They're gone!" Wu Xia revealed a smile.
