When I opened my eyes again, everything in front of me was dim, as if it had already become dark.
The environment around me felt unfamiliar to Qiao Xinran.
The place was disordered and grimly cold, wooden crates were neatly stacked in rows, almost resembling a customs warehouse.
My hands and feet were tied, bound behind my back and fastened to a stone pillar in the middle, yet there was not a single person around.
All I could hear was the howling wind outside and my own nervous and rapid breathing.
My mind was in disarray, but Qiao Xinran couldn't figure out who she had offended. After a while, she shouted loudly, "Luo Peirou, come out! You coward, you have the guts to kidnap me but not the guts to show your face?"
In the desolate warehouse, only her voice echoed for a long time, and there was no other sound.
It was as if I was tied up just to be left hanging.
