Lin Zhiyi woke up, surrounded by darkness.
The air was thick with a mix of blood and damp saltiness, which choked her when she tried to breathe heavily, making her want to vomit.
"Ugh."
Eventually, she couldn't hold back and reached out to dry heave.
Once she calmed down, she realized she was holding onto iron bars, feeling something sticky in her palms.
Her fingertips trembled, and she instinctively let go and drew back.
Suddenly, a dim overhead light turned on right above Lin Zhiyi, illuminating her surroundings.
Upon seeing where she was, her heart tightened.
She had been locked in a cell-like compartment.
In her panic, Lin Zhiyi noticed the sticky substance in her palm—it was blood!
She froze in fear.
Just then, a rough voice came from the darkness outside the bars.
"I told you, you can't escape."
Accompanying the voice, He Yao's figure gradually approached.