A man wearing green camouflage attire emerged slowly from within the bushes ahead.
His exquisite foreign face resembled an ice sculpture, with dark and lifeless deep blue eyes looking down at her from above.
His flaxen short hair was all covered inside his helmet, hiding it thoroughly.
A casual glance would mistake him for just a soldier.
"It's... it's you..." Wen Qiao's hopes shattered instantly upon hearing that voice.
Watching his confident, unhurried steps, with eyes devoid of emotion, she realized that this time, she hadn't escaped his control at all.
She thought she had finally escaped death, but at the last moment, all her hopes were crushed into despair.
Ultimately, she walked willingly to him.
The sense of despair was something she hadn't felt even during the years after giving up escape.
She felt as if she had returned to the time when he first confined and possessed her, when she hadn't yet felt utterly hopeless.
