Hearing the click of the door locking, Xu Qiaoqiao’s heart sank; she knew there was no escape. Terror gripped her, her nose stung, and tears suddenly spilled from the corners of her eyes.
Terrified that making a sound would only provoke Xia Yiyi further and lead to worse consequences, she bit down hard on her own hand, stifling any whimpers before they could escape. Even through the quilt, she could feel Xia Yiyi’s dark, malevolent gaze fixed upon her. She felt like a prisoner on death row, cowering pathetically in a corner, waiting for the executioner to signal her end.
Xia Yiyi sneered at the sight of Xu Qiaoqiao burying her head like an ostrich. With a flick of her wrist, she ripped away the quilt Xu Qiaoqiao had been using as a shield. Exposed to the daylight, Xu Qiaoqiao swallowed back a scream, her tear-filled eyes wide with terror as she looked at Xia Yiyi.
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