''I am so scared,'' Yang Shiyi murmured as they ran out of the cell.
Shi Luo glanced at the dark hallway. It looked like the only way out of this place, ''Don't worry. Let's run first. They won't catch us so easily. Don't be nervous.''
Although she said that, her body was covered in a cold sweat. The gunshot wound seemed to be burning from inside and her handcuffed hands were restricting her from running properly.
Shi Luo removed her heels and threw them aside as she looked at the woman who was running in front of her. She could see that Yang Shiyi was shaking in fear, ''I told you to not be so nervous. You can even consider yourself lucky.''
''How?" Yang Shiyi asked without looking back at her.
''You don't have handcuffs or a wound like me. At times like this, you should consider yourself lucky for small things like this.''
''But… But… How did you know that that man won't come after us?''
