Finally, she was awake. Wen Xinya found herself lying on a cold, icy floor. Her body was numb and weak, and her hands and legs were tied by a thick rope that was as thick as her fingers. The rope was tightly and painfully bound against her wrists and ankles.
From the window, she could see that the sky was getting dark. Inside the house, she could tell from the dimness that the house was made of stone. There was nothing in the house, except a hole made of stone.
It was a familiar scene in the stone house. She observed the room carefully, and her pupils slowly dilated. Her initial calmness slowly faded away while being consumed by fear!
The coldness of the evening entering into late-night sent a chill down her spine. It was cold, and she had shivers and goosebumps all over her body.