Fang Yi's scar on the corner of his eye trembled, and when he spoke, a foul smell of smoke sprayed onto her face, making her turn away in disgust.
Xia Xiaonuan shivered suddenly.
She hadn't eaten much since yesterday.
Now, her entire body was cold and hungry.
After the few people left, she hung her head and looked at the bomb device on her foot.
She thought about how this thing could explode at any time and that if Nangong Yaoling didn't show up by two in the afternoon, she would be blown to pieces.
She felt weak all over; if she wasn't tied to the chair, she would probably have collapsed on the ground by now.
Could it be that she was really going to die like this?
Disappear overnight like a missing plane?
If she died, would she become the old Xia Xiaonuan again?
Tears streamed down her face.
No matter what, she had no regrets now that she had reunited with Nan Mo.
As for Nangong Yaoling...
Thinking of him, she didn't know how to feel.
Xia Xiaonuan closed her eyes.
