For Gu Yi'an, two hours felt excruciatingly long.
Fang Shaobai came in person to bring her something to eat.
Gu Yi'an wasn't shy; she ate and drank what was given. After all, conserving her strength was the most important thing she should be doing now.
She didn't even know what she was about to face.
The oppressive atmosphere was suffocating, and the empty room was anything but fun for Gu Yi'an, making it hard to endure.
For her, this unknown future was the most terrifying and unbearable.
For some reason, Gu Yi'an always felt that Fang Shaobai was a bit strange, no, rather quite strange.
Taking a deep breath, Gu Yi'an forced herself not to overthink, as it was useless.
She reached out to feel the pulse on her wrist, counting the time.
In the absence of clocks or similar timekeeping devices, a person's heartbeat and pulse can be used to measure time. With practice, it usually isn't too far off when you need to use it.
Two hours felt like an eternity.
Finally, time was up.
