Muwan at this time, was only half-conscious, only aware that this person had tied her to a pillar, with no other sensations, as if someone in her mind was singing a folk song.
In a state of semi-consciousness, she watched through the dim light as Gu Jiangchen left the room.
She tentatively, moved her wrists.
Trying to undo the ropes around them.
But several attempts proved fruitless.
"This lunatic."
In the dimly lit basement, where nothing else was visible, Jiang Muwan struggled.
At eleven o'clock, under the hanging high moon between the rural paths and the fields, a group of people scattered in all directions was determined to find some trace.
Gu Jiangnian by now, was close to the brink of collapse, the chill on his face could not be concealed, radiating an aura as if he were about to kill someone.
