After entering, he left Gu Nanqiao in a corner of the warehouse, left for a while, brought back two buckets of alcohol, and then left.
Gu Nanqiao listened as the footsteps gradually moved away. She struggled to sit up from the ground, her wrists rubbing forcefully against the floor, trying to fray the rope that bound her hands. But she had only just begun when she heard footsteps approaching again, step by step, until they reached her.
But these footsteps were different from the previous ones, sounding like a pair of high-heeled leather boots.
She stopped her rubbing, lifted her head towards the source of the footsteps, but because her eyes were covered, her vision was pitch black and she couldn't see anything.
The newcomer stood in front of her, looking down at her.
"Who?" Gu Nanqiao asked warily, her voice a bit hoarse from not having spoken for a long time.
The other person didn't respond, instead bending down to pick up the alcohol and slowly began sprinkling it around her.