"Waaah—Yangyang, is it really you?"
Second room on the left, fourth floor.
The children abducted by the human traffickers had been heavily dosed with sleeping pills and were sleeping soundly. Only one was spared from this deep slumber. He was the younger brother of the little girl Yangyang—Bai Zixuan, who had been running a persistently high fever and had remained motionless in a stupor until now.
Half-asleep and hazy-minded, he felt his entire body burning like a little furnace. Sticky sweat clung to his skin, soaking his T-shirt. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but he slowly opened his eyes. By the faint moonlight, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment.
His limbs were sore and weak, and when he tried to speak, his throat felt so dry it might start smoking. If a pitcher of water were put in front of him right now, he could gulp down the whole thing!
"Xuanxuan!"
