"Yeah, call the police..." Mo Pianpian trembled as she took out her phone and dialed 110.
To her disappointment, the other side was well-prepared, choosing a remote location out of the camera's reach. Moreover, they were likely experienced, as the police couldn't find a single clue, and An Ying vanished without a trace.
When An Ying woke up, she was in a dimly lit room. She struggled a bit only to find her hands and feet were bound, and the scene before she lost consciousness flashed in her mind like a nightmare.
She had been kidnapped.
She didn't know how much time had passed when the room's door was opened from the outside, and faint footsteps echoed clearly. An Ying groggily lifted her head to see a young boy in white clothes slowly approaching. He looked very young, slender and tall, with a cherubic smile like a spring breeze on his face, but for some reason, it gave her a chilling illusion.
