ng signals. But now she's fading. The trail ends. And time is running out.)
🕯️ The Warehouse – Final Moments Before Relocation
Yinyin had been stalling the kidnappers for hours.
Sending signals. Dropping clues. Hacking in silence.
But her body couldn't keep up.
The fever returned.
Her hands trembled.
Her stomach twisted violently.
She vomited.
Collapsed.
"Hey! Is she dying?!"
"Get the car. Now. Change of plans. We're going back to China."
💉 Drugged & Moved
They injected her with a sedative.
Tied her wrists again.
Put her in a crate designed to look like equipment cargo.
No passport. No trace. No voice.
✈️ 13 Hours Later – Somewhere in China
Yinyin stirred weakly.
Her head throbbed.
Her lips were cracked.
Her throat couldn't even form words.
"...Zeyan…"
But there was no one to hear it.
Just the buzzing of fluorescent lights in a cold warehouse outside Shanghai.
🛬 Meanwhile – Lu Zeyan Arrives in Paris
He stormed the original warehouse.
It was empty.
Only three terrified thugs remained — left behind to slow him down.
He grabbed one by the collar.
"Where is she?"
"They… they moved her! The girl was getting sick!"
"Where?!"
"Back to China! I swear! We don't know where!"
Zeyan's hand trembled.
Not from rage.
But from fear.
The last message from Yinyin had come in 8 hours ago.
📲 Silence
He refreshed the tracker again.
No pings.
No heartbeat signal.
No blinking emojis.
Just cold, empty digital silence.
He sat in the van, staring blankly.
"I told her I'd find her. I told her she wouldn't be alone."
His voice cracked.
"Why did I let her go to Paris…?"
🧠 In China – Yinyin's Condition Worsens
The men locked her in a single room with no windows.
Concrete floor. Metal door.
Only one bulb flickering overhead.
She tried to stand. Collapsed.
Tried to crawl. Vomited again.
She curled into herself, burning hot, whispering—
"...Zeyan... don't be late…"
❤️ Final Scene – Desperation
In his jet, over the ocean again, Zeyan whispered to his assistant:
"Get every camera feed from Paris to Shanghai. Every black market transport record. Tap into airport security. I don't care how illegal it is."
"Yes, sir."
He clenched the silver ring on his pinky — her wedding ring's twin.
"You stopped calling me 'ice cube'…"
"I need you to call me now."