chapter 8
Silence.
After a moment, I let out a piercing, desperate scream and lunged toward the door.
But in the next second, a heavy iron object struck the back of my head.
I lost consciousness briefly and collapsed to the floor.
In a daze, I felt someone dragging me.
It was Ouyang.
It was hard to imagine a woman possessing such strength; she dragged me with one hand as effortlessly as if she were hauling a sack of rags.
Ouyang threw me into the bathtub.
“Do you love him?” she asked.
My hands and feet were bound, my lips trembling, unsure of what to say.
Ouyang stood up.
She walked toward me.
Just as I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the knife to come down on my neck-
The doorbell suddenly rang.