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The sky turned dark again, with the light from the wooden window, Mu Jin's face was pale white, he roughly counted the time.

The golden line is day, the silver line is night. It was already the third day.

For three days, the phone that was placed in front of her didn't emit a single sound. For three days, she didn't drink a single drop of water. For three days, she didn't eat a single thing …

Mu Jin's originally petite face became even thinner, the thin dress covering her shivering body was covered with stains, her ice-cold legs had been tied up until they were numb, and the shoes on her feet were already dirty beyond recognition.

So cold.

The wound on his back was roughly restrained by a rope. Sticky liquid oozed out, and the pain was exceptionally clear.

She tried to break free of the rope that bound her hands and feet, but the rope tightened around the stake.

She couldn't move.

He wanted to scream for help, but his mouth was tightly sealed, and his trembling voice could only be choked in his throat.

She couldn't call out.

She wanted to drink some water to moisten her dry throat. She also wanted to eat something to fill her shriveled stomach. She even wanted to hit someone, even if it would be fine to scold her a few times …

But there was no sound, day or night, only the occasional whooshing of the wind, and a few mosquitoes and flies that flew in through the gaps in the warehouse windows.

It was just that …

In this world, she was simply too insignificant and no one cared about her existence anymore.

She had been missing for three days, but no one had come looking for her.

The scene on the screen played over and over again, destroying Mu Jin's psychological defenses which had been utterly defeated.

She was hungry and thirsty. Her already weak body became even weaker, and even her breathing became especially weak.

Mu Jin felt that he was already standing on the border of death, the Death God was smiling as he walked towards her step by step, getting closer and closer.

No...

She could not die. She had to live.

She used the last of her strength to push aside Death's outstretched hands. By virtue of her desire to live, she forced herself to continue fighting. Her will was growing weaker and weaker …

Just then, Mu Jin heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside the warehouse. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, then the door of the warehouse opened.

Being pierced by the ray of light, Mu Jin was even more unable to open his eyes. A man with a jade-like body rushed in with a dazzling light, his back was straight and his aura was cold, facing the light, Mu Jin could not see his face.

The man walked towards Mu Jin. Ignoring the spotless white suit on his body, he half knelt on the ground and reached out his slightly sharpened hands out, gently ripping off the duct tape around Mu Jin's mouth. Then, he carefully untied the ropes tied around her body.

He carried Mu Jin who was on the verge of collapse in his arms, his handsome face had an unconcealable expression of excitement, his thick eyebrows revealed gentle ripples, his eyes shone like the stars in the night sky, "Jin'er, I came late."

Mu Jin's remaining consciousness could only barely make out his face.

— It was not Li Shusi.

Ah, he was so busy, how could he have the time to think of her? How could he have the time to save her …

She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she fainted.

When Mu Jin woke up again, she discovered that she had returned to the sickbed at the St. Ann's Hospital. In front of her was a familiar yet a bit unfamiliar handsome face.

Seeing Mu Jin open his eyes, Chu Linfeng's grey shirt was glowing with a heroic light and his face was plastered with a smile. His warm voice was filled with concern, "You're awake?"

Mu Jin stared at his face, searched her mind for a long time to barely match someone's identity, and her eyes instantly lit up with a crystal-clear light.

She raised her eyes, her initially white lips moving slightly, "Chu Linfeng?"