In the dilapidated factory, two girls were tied up in a cluttered room filled with scraps of cloth and the pungent, sour stench of fabric and dye.
Lv Jing looked in from outside the door and asked, "Why did you bring Zhang Miaoyan along?"
Two men replied, "They were together today, so we had to grab both of them."
Lv Jing didn't ask further; one or two made no difference to her. Today was just Zhang Miaoyan's unlucky day.
She said, "Splash some water to wake them up."
A burly man brought in a bucket of icy water and unceremoniously doused the two of them.
An Junxi and Zhang Miaoyan woke up to the icy water running into their eyes, making them blink painfully. As they took in their surroundings, their faces showed unbridled terror.
Lv Jing toyed with a shiny knife and smiled, "An Junxi, we meet again."
An Junxi tried to stay calm, recalling the last scene before she passed out.
They had been taken from the bathroom. She had left her hairband there—did her senior notice it?
