In the pitch-black dungeon where even an outstretched hand was invisible, the sound of dripping water echoed—drip, drip. The repetitive noise was maddening, a form of torment in itself.
Time seemed to have lost all meaning here. Xu Rongfei had no idea how long she had been confined. Her mind, however, was teetering dangerously close to collapse.
Right now, Xu Rongfei dared not think of anything else. She was powerless, utterly incapable of action. Even her thoughts had been dulled by the relentless dripping.
She desperately wanted the sound to stop, but in this lightless abyss, she could see nothing. The source of the sound eluded her completely as it echoed around her.
Crack—
Suddenly, a sliver of light cut through the darkness, seeping through a crack ahead. Behind the light, a shadowy figure emerged, making every nerve in Xu Rongfei's body tighten to its breaking point.
"Xu Rongfei, how did you sleep last night?"
