At that time, his hands had already been rendered useless, bleeding uncontrollably. He felt as though he were dying, yet he could never forget the scene he had witnessed there: fields of flowers stretching as far as the eye could see, rare treasures scattered everywhere, and mountains of gold, silver, and jewels. He had thought he was dreaming, but the tactile reality was unmistakable—what he had seen was real!
Hearing Yun Yao’s voice brought him back to his senses. Watching her pack away a bag, Sufeng was seized by terror. He vaguely recalled Yun Yao saying, before he fainted that day, that she would throw him into some sort of bag. This had to be it, right?
Sufeng could no longer bring himself to look directly at Yun Yao. His eyes filled with obsequious dread as he crawled on his knees toward her, reaching out to grab the hem of her trousers.
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