When people were trapped in desperate circumstances, they always imagined something wonderful.
Several times, I passed out from the pain and dreamed of Seventh Master and Song Xiaotian coming to save me. They trampled my tormentors underfoot, avenged me, and took me back.
But when I woke up, I realized it had only been a dream.
Now, though, I wasn't just dreaming. Someone really had come to save me!
And that someone was An Ning!
The pain had numbed my nerves, and my mind couldn't function at all. I couldn't figure out how An Ning had hidden in there, or when she had gotten inside.
Then she picked up the broadsword and walked toward me.
I stared at her, tears streaming down my face, unsure whether I was overwhelmed with excitement or touched.
When she saw how badly I had been tortured, she froze too.
"I'm not dreaming, am I..." I choked out.
"No. I've come to save you!"
An Ning swung the blade, severing the ropes binding me, and helped me down from the wooden table.
But I couldn't stand at all. My left knee hit the floor, and the searing pain in my right leg made me suck in sharp breaths.
I had been held captive for at least five or six days. I'd barely had any water and had been kept on nutrient IVs the whole time. I didn't even have the strength to walk anymore.
"Can you still walk?" An Ning asked.
I said I was fine and could walk.
Now that An Ning had come to save me, getting out of here was what mattered. No matter what, even if I was going to die, I had to hold on long enough to get outside and die there.
"How did you end up hiding in