Just when Voley had been bundled up like a parcel and thrown into the back of Lin Sanjiu’s truck, Marcie crouched beside Septimus in her cubicle.
“Hey, wake up,” as she said this, she slapped Septimus’s face.
The latter quickly opened his drowsy eyes. Once he woke up, the pain at the back of his head also started throbbing. Septimus breathed in deeply with a hiss before asking, “What’s going on? Why am I tied up?”
Marcie stared at him with her emerald eyes. “Nothing. I just have the sudden impulse to talk to you.”
“Why do you have to tie me up? Oh… it must be Lin Sanjiu, right? Is she here?” When Septimus thought of this, he immediately looked around cautiously but spotted no one else. Marcie smiled at him and sat across him so that their eyes were at the same level.
“Septimus, even though our relationship is the worst, and we argue everytime we meet — I have to admit that this time we seemed to get along quite well.”
