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Originally, Wang Xia had instructed another volunteer to take the bag, but Zheng Mengni had seen Xia Shu heading towards the storeroom and took it upon herself to follow. To be safe, she had sent a message to Tan Yan in advance. He would find his way here within half an hour at the latest.
Regardless of the identification results, while she was still here, she planned to throw some dirt on Xia Shu. Even if she wasn't the true daughter of the Zheng Family, it wouldn't matter. No one could take away her love.
However, Zheng Mengni forgot one thing: she was night blind. Once the door closed, the storeroom was engulfed in darkness. In a place where she couldn't see her hand in front of her face, there was no difference between having her eyes open or closed. She turned on her phone's flashlight and checked the battery; it would last long enough until Tan Yan arrived.
As soon as her vision cleared, Zheng Mengni saw a bloodied hand. The combined assault on her sight, smell, and touch made her feel nauseous. She turned off the flashlight, plunging the world back into darkness. If she couldn't see it, she wouldn't be afraid.
Her mind replayed the earlier scene of wiping Xia Shu's wound, and suddenly a tingling pain shot through her arm. Her mother had taught her that doing bad things would lead to retribution. But for her, this wasn't bad; it was good. It was good.
Zheng Mengni reassured herself and closed her eyes, hugging her knees in the corner. She was terrified; the storeroom was cold and dark, so quiet that even her breathing sounded exceptionally loud.
She took one last look at her phone with no signal; Tan Yan had replied to her instantly and would likely arrive on time. She buried her head in her knees for comfort, clenching her bloodied hand into a fist above her head.
Time passed without her noticing how long it had been; she was so cold that her consciousness began to blur. In the haze, she heard faint sounds coming from the doorway.
The door closed quietly behind them.
Heavy footsteps approached, and in the darkness, her blood-stained hand was enveloped by a firm grip. Zheng Mengni heard the sound of breathing and slowly lifted her head. Despite the darkness, she could still make out Tan Yan's silhouette. He was so close that if she tilted her head just a little more, her skin would touch his.
Zheng Mengni instinctively wrapped her arms around Tan Yan's neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck to absorb his warmth. She heard the sound of a key turning in the lock; Tan Yan must have seen Xia Shu before coming to her.
"You’re here," she whispered, trembling with fear. "I don’t understand why Shuzhu locked me up here."
She shivered against his chest like a frightened rabbit that had finally found its owner, cautiously seeking comfort as she expressed her grievances and helplessness.
"Just now, Shuzhu got hurt. I was only trying to help her with her wounds, but... I might have accidentally hurt her, and that’s why..."
"Tan Yan, I’m so cold and scared. I can’t see anything. Can you take me away from here?"
As Tan Yan held her hand and she tried to pull away, Zheng Mengni slipped her fingers back into his, intertwining them tightly. Her soft voice trembled with a mix of vulnerability and desperation.
Tan Yan remained silent as he turned on Zheng Mengni's phone, illuminating the space with a bright white beam that revealed their faces. One was marked by distress and pity; the other was calm and serene.
He didn’t say a word, yet Zheng Mengni felt as though he could see right through her, leaving her feeling exposed and helpless.
"I can see you now," Tan Yan said.
In his clear gaze, Zheng Mengni's shocked expression was evident; the pale skin of her face bore the dark imprint of a handprint—a stark reminder of violence that sent a shiver through him.
He reached out, cradling her bloodied face in his hands, examining it closely.
"Who did this to you?"
Zheng Mengni bit down on her soft lip, tears welling in her eyes.
"I... I didn't mean to," she stammered.
Zheng Mengni lowered her eyelashes, resembling two delicate fans, exquisite and elegant.
Tan Yan casually tossed the key between them, the sound of it hitting the ground ringing clear and crisp.
Zheng Mengni's heart trembled lightly.
Tan Yan spoke slowly, "There's only one key. Before I looked for you, I looked for her. That woman isn't crazy."
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