Now she's found herself in this dilemma; Yiyi is also troubled, not knowing what she'll have to face next.
She sat in the room for about two or three hours, making her wounds ache.
The bleeding was stopped, a few stitches were sewn, and medicine was applied, but the treatment wasn't good; she wasn't even allowed to rest on a bed, her head ached dizzily.
After half an hour passed, someone suddenly grabbed her shoulder roughly and shook her awake.
She opened her eyes and saw one of the soldiers guarding her, impatiently yelling at her, "Get up now, got to board the plane. You've caused such trouble, yet dare to sleep, truly ignorant."
Yiyi was almost dragged and pulled by these two people onto the plane.
Then thrown onto a seat.
Yiyi's arm was reddened from their grip; she forced down her anger and coldly eyed the aircraft that looked like an airplane but not quite, feeling an ominous sensation rising in her heart, frowning and asking, "Where is this going?"
