Chapter 472_1

Unusually, it was the first time Qiao Xiaren had taken the initiative like this. Si Limo's eyes deepened a fraction, his arm encircling her waist to keep her close, their bodies pressed tight together, whispering sweet nothings.

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Within the boundless, pitch black secret passage, Qiao Anchu opened her eyes for the umpteenth time.

Fear, Despair.

Forever unable to distinguish whether it was day or night outside, she didn't even know how many days she had been kept there.

The bone-chilling cold of the ground, what seemed like the sounds of tiny creatures echoing around her. Previously, Qiao Anchu had been terrified of rats, pampered by Ye Mohan and Shen Sichen, treated naturally like a princess.

But now, she could only be locked here with iron chains, rendered immobilised, rats crawling all over her. The nauseating sensation made her want to retch her own insides out.

She was still wearing that dress, though it was sadly torn below her waistline, ragged due to the rats' gnawing.