Su Qiao quickly scanned the study and soon found the key, then openly made her way to the underground room.
The sound of the iron door opening made the person in the corner tremble, but he did not move.
"Jiang Yihan?"
After pushing the door open, Su Qiao called softly.
"Jiang Yihan, where are you?"
The underground room was not only cold and damp, but also pitch-black.
Having come from a brightly lit place into darkness, Su Qiao's eyes needed a moment to adjust.
Only after a long while, by the light from the doorway, could she vaguely make out the dark figure curled up in the corner.
"Is that Jiang Yihan?"
Su Qiao tossed her backpack onto the ground and slowly walked over.
The person in the corner finally raised his head slowly, as if he could hardly believe what he was seeing. His expression was unusually dazed.
Su Qiao crouched in front of him and spoke softly, as though afraid of frightening him. "Don't be afraid. It's me. I'm Su Qiao."
"You... you..." Jiang Yihan was completely dazed, barely able to get the words out.
When he heard the first call of "Jiang Yihan" just now, he had thought he was imagining it.
At the second call, he had been too incredulous to believe it, thinking he was dreaming.
He knew exactly where he was.
How could someone who had absolutely nothing to do with him possibly appear in his home?
And suddenly show up in the underground room?
But he soon realized that this was real—not an illusion, nor a dream.
Someone he had never expected had unexpectedly appeared right before his eyes.
At that moment, he had no idea what to say.
"Come on. Let's get out first."
Su Qiao frowned and glanced around before grabbing