A Million Times for You (43)

There was only a tiny and extremely narrow window and a concrete iron door.

In a corner, there was also a small door, presumably to a toilet.

She sat on a bed made of cement, which was laid with dirty bedding.

Everything before her felt like a hallucination.

Her head swayed; she closed and opened her eyes, but what she saw before her remained unchanged.

She had obviously been on her bed at home, but why was she here now?

Pinching her own face to check if these were all real, she felt a sudden pain overwhelming her.

Who had imprisoned her here then?

Xu Youran thought of Yuan Mingzhu's death and was instantly gripped by fear.

She moved her hands to her stomach, which was bulging slightly. She got down from the bed and went to the door, calling out for someone. But nobody replied. She still did not give up and called out a few more times. Yet, there was still no answer, nor were there any sounds of footsteps.