It was so quiet that one could almost hear breathing.
Moh Li felt that Bai Zhi’s breath was somewhat heavy.
He quickly reached out his hand and found the wheelchair immediately. Then he touched her hand, grasping it, and at that moment, his heart was unprecedentedly assured.
I’m here, so don’t be afraid.
Indeed, Bai Zhi’s breathing became heavy, a feeling of darkness with no hint of light.
Fear washed over her, pulling her into a memory.
She was locked up in a particularly dark little room.
With broken limbs, she couldn’t crawl out, merely surviving in agony.
It seemed like every day was mental torture, but she didn’t know.
She didn’t know anything.
She needed to escape, she had to get out.
But how? She couldn’t move, couldn’t even stand — was she doomed to be here her entire life?
Just when she couldn’t escape, dominated by fear,
Bai Zhi suddenly came to.
She wasn’t really locked up; she was just training her hearing. But why couldn’t she see? It was that feeling of being dominated by fear — not pleasant at all.
This time, in the dark room, the original owner kept saying they didn’t know if it was Bai Yu who locked them up or someone else, which was a problem.
Bai Yu’s past life had gone so smoothly — was it because he was the female lead’s brother, or was someone else pushing things along?
She was extremely relieved she didn’t have a space ability; casually producing high-quality herbs would have caught too many eyes.
The concern wasn’t the fear of theft, but the fear of thieves coveting.
Bai Zhi clutched Moh Li’s hand fiercely, so fiercely that only then could she feel that this was reality, not a memory.
Finally, she could begin to listen.
She closed her eyes — life still needed a sense of ceremony, even if she couldn’t see anyway.
She took a deep breath. She began to calm her mind and listen...
The "whoosh" was the sound of the wind through the window.
The "thump, thump, thump" was the sound of their heartbeats.
Something fell to the ground, on the left.
Moh Li wanted to go check it out but was held even tighter by Bai Zhi. Moh Li felt a bit helpless; this person, why so scared?
He could only hold her hand, starting to blindly feel around the room which wasn’t large, and he had glanced around when they first entered.
It was a guest room, meaning not many things inside, yet they had heard something fall.
He wanted to check it out, but his hand was caught.
Bai Zhi, holding his hand, wrote something in his palm.
Although she couldn’t exert much strength, she was still able to do this — in moments of fear, the burst of strength gripped his hand with sweat.
She wrote: "Don’t move, just listen."
Moh Li: "No need, shall we check the room?"
They should indeed get familiar with the room.
Bai Zhi: "Didn’t we see everything when we came in? First, listen to determine the direction. Don’t let go of me, I’m scared."
She was indeed scared, her heart still thumping wildly, a fear emanating from within that couldn’t be shaken off.
Logically, the original owner had only been left outside a few times and shouldn’t be this scared, but with the incident involving needles, she truly wasn’t sure if that was something yet to happen or just a memory.
The most important thing was the fear, the terror she could feel vividly.
It engulfed her suddenly, making her momentarily unable to think, only knowing fear.
Moh Li held her hand slightly firmer as if to tell her through this gesture that he was here.
Bai Zhi also felt that Moh Li had almost immediately sensed something was wrong with her — unexpectedly, Moh Li turned out to be quite loyal.