At this moment, the young Qin Xue became anxious. If her older self were to leave, she might never have the chance to find Wang Dadong again.
So, without thinking, she chased after her.
"Please listen to me..." Before finishing her sentence, Qin Xue felt a sharp pain at the back of her head. Everything went black in front of her eyes, and she fainted.
In the moment she lost consciousness, Qin Xue felt a wave of despair. Her actions would probably make the other party misunderstand that she was the assassin.
Qin Xue didn't know how much time had passed before she finally woke up slowly, shaking her head, still feeling intense pain.
Looking at her surroundings, Qin Xue's heart sank to the depths.
She had been imprisoned.
"Someone, anyone!" Qin Xue banged on the iron door with all her might.
She didn't know what material this iron door was made of; with her strength, she couldn't force it open.
