Just listen, rumblerumblerumble, the sound of wheels grinding against the ground.
Because the room was dimly lit, one could only vaguely make out that what was being pushed in was a cross.
On that cross, a person was tied up.
Swinging back and forth, the crisp sound of chains rubbing against each other could be heard.
The person hung their head low as if they were asleep.
Su Yan gripped her cup, her hand moving slightly.
Her gaze penetrated the faint light, trying to see the person on the cross more clearly.
No one knew who spoke out
"Turn on the lights"
Then, clickclickclick, lights from all around were switched on.
Under the glaring light, the person bound to the cross was finally clear—Quan Ci.
He hung his eyes low, not knowing if he was asleep or what.
Last night, she was still sleeping beside him, and seeing him again this afternoon, she felt he looked much thinner.
Su Yan's grip on the cup tightened.
Then, silently, she walked over to the one named President Wang.
