In the darkness, Bai Zhirui's forehead was covered in large beads of sweat. She dialed the front desk phone over and over again, but could never get through. She knew Bai Fen's patience had run out. After throwing the room phone aside, she discovered that at some unknown point, someone had cut the phone line.
Bai Zhirui's hands and feet rapidly grew cold, losing sensation at a perceptible rate. She watched helplessly as her body gradually froze.
Bai Zhirui screamed in terror but found she couldn't even make a sound.
Fear, panic, and despair instantly overwhelmed her.
Was she... going to die?
She was afraid of living, and also afraid of dying an obscure death. She, Bai Zhirui, had never lived for herself in this life. She truly didn't want to die feeling so wronged.
Suddenly, THUD.
The door panel collapsed onto the carpet.
A lively figure rushed in.
Bai Zhirui's eyes had already gone blind. She could feel herself being held in a soft embrace.
Who was that...?
