Ling Hui grabbed hold of the shard and started to cut the rope on her wrist.
Perhaps it was because she had experienced being kidnapped before that she was not so panicked now.
She knew that the more she panicked, the worse it would be.
She had to seize every second to save herself.
She had grown up being pampered and had never suffered much. Her skin was delicate and fragile, and when she used the broken bowl to cut the rope, her fingertips were cut and blood gushed out. It was extremely painful.
She gritted her teeth and did not make a sound.
Slowly, the sweat on her forehead dripped down from her temples, soaking her long hair.
After nearly two hours, her wrist was finally free.
Ling Hui's hand that was holding the shard was almost stiff.
She moved her wrist and pulled off the black cloth covering her eyes.
This place was like a basement with no windows. It was dark all around and there was a hint of humidity.
