Just before she lost consciousness, she realized with a belated sense of frustration that no wonder he had remained so composed; he must have prepared everything perfectly. He had ensured she didn’t even have the chance to make a sound or cause a scene.
When she opened her eyes again, Su Jinhuan felt her hands and feet were bound. She was likely in a dungeon. The darkness in the cell was thick as ink; only a few oil lamps emitted a weak, flickering light, and spiderwebs dangling from the ceiling were barely visible in the gloom. The damp, musty odor filled the air, binding all her senses like an invisible net and exerting an inexplicable, suffocating pressure.
Su Jinhuan struggled to make out her surroundings, but it was in vain. Lengyuan, who had entered the private room with her, was nowhere to be seen. Her heart raced. The dungeon was deathly quiet, with not even a guard in sight; it felt as though she were completely cut off from the world.
Chapter 112