Even though she knew that Bai Li was safe but until and unless she saw her with her own eyes, she was still paranoid. It made her feel powerless. The worst part was not even the danger itself. It was waiting and not knowing. If Bai Li had been right there with her, she could have at least seen her and touched her and confirmed she was safe. But Bai Li was outside, where Yan Cijin could not reach her, and that made every second feel longer than it should.
Meanwhile, Bai Li had already safely returned to the tenth floor.
