When she opened her eyes again, it was an unfamiliar ceiling.
Qiao Suisui propped herself up with her arm, got out of bed, and took two steps forward. Suddenly, she felt as though all her strength had been drained, leaving her body limp and her feet as if they were stepping on cotton.
She clutched her stomach and collapsed onto the cold floor, forcing herself to gather her thoughts and observe her surroundings.
The layout of the room was exceedingly ordinary. All sharp and dangerous household items were conspicuously removed, with walls on all sides and no windows. The only source of light came from the overhead fluorescent lamp, which cast a frigid and lifeless glow across the room.
"Is anyone there?"
"Who's out there?"
Through the shadow in the crack of the door, Qiao Suisui saw someone standing just outside. She fixed her gaze on the door and asked coldly, "Since you've captured me, why bother hiding like a coward?"