Xia Wan'an only then realized they had arrived at an abandoned factory. The road was full of potholes, strewn with rebar and broken stones.
Xia Wan'an, supporting Song Youman, entered a small room inside the warehouse under the urging of the delivery guy; then, the door of the small room was slammed shut and locked.
In the small room, only Xia Wan'an and Song Youman were left. Since the windows were very small, the room was dimly lit, giving a gloomy feeling.
The soundproofing of the small room wasn't great—to be precise, the factory above was leaky. They could hear the people outside speaking clearly; it seemed they were playing cards, occasionally bursting into rowdy laughter, among their chatter filled with habitual profanities.
"Youman, are you okay?" Amidst the noisy racket outside, Xia Wan'an grabbed Song Youman's extremely trembling hand.
"I...I'm okay..." Song Youman's tone was clearly much weaker.
