She was now on a ship, swaying back and forth with the waves. Devoid of her ability to protect herself, her inherently cold body felt as if a layer of frost had spread over her heart and lungs under these conditions.
Jiang Ruan moved her legs.
They were already stiff.
The room she was in was fairly clean, not very spacious, but it was fully furnished, including a separate bathroom. It was neat overall, but there was no light on, so it was pitch black.
The only light was the desolate moonlight filtering through the small skylight above her head.
It cast a halo around her, spreading endlessly in her field of vision.
Jiang Ruan looked down at her hands, locked in a pair of handcuffs. They were not made of ordinary iron but a special, extremely hard material.