Her soft black hair cascaded down, hiding her misty features, the dark depths of her eyes filled with profound sadness. After several brushes with death, she had not died, surviving with determination. Would she now perish due to her own mistakes?
How ironic.
Qiao Xia took out her cell phone, but there was no signal.
She couldn't even make a distress call.
Mu Liang hadn't regained his memory yet. If one day he did, would they find the mother and son's bodies lying in the cold cellar?
Ah Liang, would you lose your mind?
You've already fallen for someone else, yet here I am, worrying about you on the brink of death. Am I foolish?
Qiao Xia suddenly stood up, pacing nonstop in the cellar, where the temperature was very low, yet not low enough to freeze her to death immediately. She had to keep moving, continuously generating warmth to resist the cold.
"I won't die, I absolutely won't die like this."
...
