"Han Jingnian?"
As these three words fell, a tear rolled down Xia Wan’an’s eye.
She was truly afraid... terrified, just as her grandmother had said, the news about him might co in the worst possible situation.
But luckily, it was all just her fear, he was all right...
Xia Wan’an looked at the man sitting in front of the tombstone, with a look of despair, and spoke again, "Han Jingnian?"
But this ti, before she could even finish his na, the lights in the cetery suddenly went out.
It was a cloudy night, with neither moonlight nor starlight. On this desolate mid-hill, it was imdiately dark without a shred of light.
The sudden darkness stunned Xia Wan’an for a while. It was about ten seconds later that she realized that in such a pitch-black environnt, Jingnian’s life was at stake!
"Han Jingnian?" Instinctively, she called his na again and then hurriedly rummaged through her bag.
Before she could find her phone, an unheralded blow struck the back of her head. She fell to the ground without even a groan.
...
When Xia Wan’an woke up, she felt light-headed and dizzy.
She couldn’t tell where she was; the place was pitch-black, without a hint of light.
She was rigidly pressed against the cold floor. She sat sowhat dazedly for a little while, and then she rembered that before she had fainted, she had just found Han Jingnian...
Han Jingnian?!
Thinking of this, Xia Wan’an shouted his na aloud, "Han Jingnian?"
"Han Jingnian?"
In the pitch-dark room, there was no other sound apart from hers.
Could it be that Han Jingnian was not with her?
Then where was he? Could he, like her, be trapped in such a pitch-black house?
If that was the case... the Han Jingnian who feared darkness....
Xia Wan’an did not dare to think further. She opened her mouth again, called Jingnian’s na, and when nobody answered her, she got up and began stumbling around the room like a blind person, hoping to find Han Jingnian.
Her movents tugged at the back of her head where she had been violently hit. The pain nearly made her faint again.
Xia Wan’an didn’t know what she had touched or how much area of the room she had searched, and she couldn’t even identify how much ti had passed in this completely dark enclosed space. All she knew was that in her despair from believing that Han Jingnian wasn’t with her, she heard a faint groan.
She instantly froze in place as if paralyzed.
The sound was quick and faint. She couldn’t tell its direction.
She held her breath, waiting quietly. After perhaps thirty seconds, another faint sound ca, but it was not a groan, more like the gasping of breathless panting.
Xia Wan’an roughly determined the direction and groped her way towards it.
She stumbled for about ten ters before she finally found the source of the sound.
As she got closer, she could clearly feel the breathing getting more and more rapid... like soone would suffocate at any mont.
Xia Wan’an was sure that it was Han Jingnian. She called his na while squatting down, reaching out all around: "Han Jingnian?"
She couldn’t tell what she had touched, but her hand landed on a piece of clothing.
She followed the clothing up and recognized that it was Han Jingnian’s leg.
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