After enduring 23 hours of utter despair from being bound, Wang Xue's heart was once again moved by Su Yuncheng.
Eight seconds after her heart fluttered, it was completely dead.
She thought that Lin Nianhe's liking for Su Yuncheng wasn't just because of his looks, but mainly due to a similarity in attraction—they were both equally harmful.
Wang Xue felt... somewhat relieved.
"Stay here, don't leave."
Before he left, Su Yuncheng gave Wang Xue a piece of advice and a sharp stone.
Wang Xue nodded, stretched out her sore hand and, trembling, grasped the stone.
As if it were the hope of her salvation.
...
"Grandpa, Grandpa."
Niuwa had a pair of very dark, bright eyes, like two pieces of coal embedded in his excessively thin face. He was seven this year, much shorter than his peers, looking like he was only five.
Uncle Niu was watching him, his gaze full of something Niuwa couldn't understand.
"What's wrong?" Uncle Niu asked.
