"Ahh—" Ning Shuqian screamed as she was shoved mercilessly onto the ground. Her knees, elbows, and palms were all scraped, causing fresh blood to trickle out. Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain.
The house was as hateful, tiny, humid and pungent as the one in her memory. The dim yellow light shone onto Ning Shuqian's body, but it only made her feel colder. Her fear grew stronger at the look of her surroundings.
The door creaked and was shut tightly. There was a click as it got locked.
She was finally aware of how miserable she was.
Just then, Ning Shuqian felt as if her icy-cold body was trapped in place by an unknown influence. She began to tremble and looked up subconsciously. The man dressed in black was standing in front of her and staring down at her.