Although she couldn't see, she could vaguely sense that the surrounding atmosphere was somewhat chilling, mixed with dampness.
This environment made her already tense mood even more uneasy.
Moments later, footsteps echoed from the position directly ahead.
One after another, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the cement ground, heavy and cold.
The footsteps were natural, not intentionally creating any atmosphere, but precisely because of this, she could clearly hear his footsteps.
So heavy, each step seemed to pound into her heart.
Su Yan's anxiety grew stronger.
The person quickly walked in front of her, raised both hands, and pressed down hard on her shoulders.
She felt pain, unable to withstand his forceful pressure, her shoulders involuntarily shrinking down.
He then clamped down on her collarbone, his five fingers gradually tightening.
Su Yan listened around; there seemed to be no other sounds, likely only him.
