林薇 establishments crawl to her, the taste recorder boots are already chilled. She clutching hand wanders by chance, touched the tip of a black leather boot tied to the floor. The boot is too big, obviously not hers. The vision is blurred, the breath is shallow, she almost fainted from the cold, but she still can't help but feel a bit of relief in her heart. At least, this way, she can't be easily found by the men outside.

The corridor is very long, very dark, only a faint light can be seen from a distance. Every step she takes, her thin feet are very heavy, stepping on the ground is like stepping on cotton, soft but very unstable. Lin Wei walks forward cautiously, afraid of making any sound, afraid of being discovered at any time.

Close at hand, the footsteps of several people became clear. She can smell the faint smell of gunpowder from their clothes, which gives her a palpable sense of danger. Her heart is pounding like a drum, her palms are so sweating that she can't even hold the umbrella. She closes her eyes tightly, urging herself not to be discovered, not to be discovered.