In her stupor, Su Jiuyi felt as if she was in an icy sea. Her body suddenly turned cold, yet for some unknown reason, a scorching heat burned her skin, leaving her uncomfortable with the alternating sensations.
She wanted to move, to escape this terrifying place, but her body felt as heavy as lead. Unable to move or withdraw, she could only let herself be surrounded and swallowed by this environment.
Shi Aoju's phone started vibrating. Worried the call would wake Su Jiuyi, he gently placed her hand back on the bed, pulled the blanket up, and then stood up, taking the phone with him as he walked out of the room.
"Hello." After a sleepless night, his voice was rather hoarse due to fatigue.
"Young Master Jue, Xiao Chen confessed," said the other person.
Shi Aoju walked to the window, raising his hand to rub his aching forehead, and asked, "What did he say?"
