Behind Mu Yiliang was a stack of straw; this area... it seemed like farmland.
As far as the eye could see, it was desolate, with only grass and trees in sight.
She had no idea where she was.
Thinking of Xiaoze, she felt inexplicably sad. Fortunately, she now knew Yan Sijue was Xiaoze's father, so even if something happened to her, Xiaoze would still be taken care of.
Yan Sijue... thinking of this name brought a dull ache to her heart.
She hadn't seen him for days.
If something happened to her today, it would mean she'd never see him again... she felt truly... unwilling to accept it.
She thought bitterly.
Gu Qingyuan stood in front of her, pacing anxiously back and forth, fiddling with the gun butt, muttering to himself.
Mu Yiliang became even more certain that this man had lost his sanity! There's no reasoning with a madman.
The gun occasionally pointed at her, making Mu Yiliang's heart race in fear!
