Gu Xiaoqing and Fang Shaonan checked the doors and windows, all sealed tightly with wooden boards, not the kind of rotten, breaking boards, but very sturdy ones.
The two of them tried to pry them open with their hands, but it was impossible.
Not even a twitch.
There was only one window beside the main door, also sealed shut.
Elsewhere, there was absolutely no possibility of getting out.
Peering through the gap in the window, outside was waist-high weeds. It's early March, by right, the grass shouldn't be this tall.
But the wild weeds were flourishing, indicating that this place was truly in the mountains.
Still, on the mountain.
The sunlight outside was abundant.
Gu Xiaoqing felt awful inside.
How to get out.
Time was tight.
Once the traffickers discovered their ropes were untied at night, dreaming of running away was futile.
What Gu Xiaoqing feared most was the unknown variables of the night.
