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At the same time, I felt groggy, wrapped in a blanket and being held in a car that swayed back and forth, unsure of where it was headed.
"Just sleep a bit longer; we'll be home soon," Shen Yulin's voice echoed in my ear. I was too exhausted to open my eyes, my head tilted, and I fell asleep again.
I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up again, it seemed dark outside. The room was dimly lit, shadows cast on the walls adding an eerie atmosphere. My hands and feet were no longer bound; someone had given me medication, and now my wrists and ankles were wrapped in bandages. I was wearing a camisole nightgown, but there were no undergarments, leaving me feeling oddly exposed.
I threw off the blanket and hurriedly got out of bed, my body still a bit unsteady. Rubbing my eyes, I looked up at the window and was shocked to find it locked from the outside! Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I quickly walked toward the door. However, when I grasped the doorknob and tried to turn it, I found that the door wouldn't budge either. My heart began to race, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. "Who’s out there? Where is this? Open the door!" I anxiously pounded on the door, my voice echoing in the silent room. I had no idea where I was or why I was locked up here. At that moment, fear and confusion intertwined, leaving me feeling incredibly uneasy.
After knocking for a while without any response, I started pacing around the room, anxiously contemplating my situation. The window was locked, and the door wouldn’t open; it seemed there was no way out. My heartbeat quickened as if it would burst from my chest. Each breath became rapid and difficult, as if the air had thinned out and could not satisfy my body's needs.
Time passed slowly; my mood grew heavier as I wondered how long this confinement would last. Where was Shen Yulin? Wasn't I with him? Where exactly was this place?
I silently sat back down on the bed, memories of that night ten years ago flooding back—another empty room like this one, dim lighting, and just me alone. Cold sweat trickled down my forehead as my body trembled involuntarily. Fear surged like a tidal wave, drowning me; I felt as if I were in an endless abyss of darkness—helpless and desperate. My thoughts became chaotic; I wanted to scream but found that my throat felt blocked by something, unable to produce any sound. My eyes filled with terror as if witnessing the end of the world.
With a creak, the door opened from the outside. Shen Yulin walked in carrying something; he looked surprised to see me huddled alone on the bed without resistance. But as he approached, he noticed that I was already trembling all over, my hair damp with sweat on my forehead, my face pale and eyes unfocused. "Xingxing? Xingxing?" he gently shook me.
"Don't touch me! Don't take me away!" I suddenly shouted, pushing Shen Yulin away in fear. He hadn't expected such a reaction; just as he was about to comfort me, Aunt Zhao walked in.
"Young Master, the Eldest Young Master and Second Young Miss have arrived," Aunt Zhao said.
Seeing my condition startled Aunt Zhao as well—what happened to this girl? She seemed fine when she arrived; how did she end up like this?
"Understood. Aunt Zhao, please help her clean up and change her clothes," Shen Yulin instructed before leaving the room.
Aunt Zhao slowly approached me with light footsteps as if afraid of waking me. "Miss, may I help you change your clothes? You're all sweaty and soaked through," she said gently with a soothing tone that brought comfort. Hearing her voice gradually cleared my foggy mind. I struggled to open my eyes to see what was before me. Finally, my vision focused enough for me to see a stranger standing in front of me. She resembled Aunt Zhao from home but appeared older.
Looking at her stirred an inexplicable sense of familiarity within me—perhaps due to her gentle voice or the maternal aura she exuded. Without speaking, I nodded slightly in agreement for her to help me change clothes. Seeing my consent, Aunt Zhao gently lifted my arm and carefully removed the sweat-soaked garment from me with tender movements as if afraid of hurting me.
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