Slowly, she felt that she no longer had any strength left in her body, and after scanning her surroundings, she collapsed to the ground, grimacing and clutching her aching neck, glaring at the tightly closed door in front of her, almost grinding her teeth.
If she found out who had done this to her neck, she definitely would take a kitchen knife and chop them to death.
Can it really go on like this? Her neck was still hurting terribly.
She didn't know how long had passed; suddenly, Ning Wan felt a trace of despair. She shifted slightly, leaning her back directly against the wall beside her, hugging her knees as she buried her head in them. In her mind, the face of Xi Mohan suddenly appeared.
Xi Mohan...
Thinking about it, she hadn't seen Xi Mohan for nearly a month.
The man had said he'd be on a business trip for a month, and truly a month hadn't even passed, yet he hadn't returned. She thought about him every night; did he know?
