The sound of gunfire was incessant. Yan Luoxi lay in the grass, waiting for a long while without anyone coming to capture her. Her nerves were stretched taut, listening to the gunfire gradually disappearing into the air, as the surroundings suddenly became silent.
She lay motionless in the grass, her heart pounding fiercely as if it would jump out of her mouth. Cold sweat trickled from her forehead to her chin, dropping one by one into the grass.
A breeze blew over her, sending a chill down her back.
After a long time, the world was so quiet that it seemed like she was the only one left. Her body limply collapsed in the grass, the pungent smell of blood wafting from the direction of the orphanage. Her eyes brimmed with tears—had she narrowly escaped death?
But before she could feel any joy, she heard the sound of military boots trampling the ground, that sound drawing closer and closer. Her pupils contracted as she cautiously tried not to make any noise while retreating backward.
