"Brother Wang! Where are you taking me?"
Song Chenglu screamed in terror. She struggled desperately, but in her weakened state, she couldn't break free from the iron-like grip.
She finally realized—tonight, no one was coming to save her.
"Where? You'll find out when we get there!"
Wang Kang seized Song Chenglu's wrist, his grip so strong it felt like it would shatter her bones. He dragged her forward as she stumbled along.
Tears streamed endlessly down Song Chenglu's face, rolling down her cheeks and dripping onto the cold ground.
"Brother Wang! I'm begging you! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I'll never try to run again! Please, let me go! I'll do whatever you say! Please... please..."
Wang Kang finally stopped, whipped around, and glared at her fiercely.
"A restless woman like you needs to be taught a lesson! Always thinking about escaping, about hiding. Where do you think you can run?"
