She was in so much pain that she couldn't even think about continuing to run away; walking itself was problematic, and she would be captured again soon.
If she had known this would be the outcome, she wouldn't have even tried to escape. She had exerted herself in vain, not only falling but also anticipating the suffering she would endure once she was caught.
The sound of urgent footsteps was getting closer and closer. Gu Nanqiao tried to struggle several times until, in the end, covered in cold sweat from the pain, she still couldn't stand up.
Just when she was about to give up, a tall and straight figure suddenly appeared before her eyes.
When Gu Nanqiao saw him, she thought she was hallucinating.
The figure stood there, looking down at her from his height, his face obscured by a black and white mask.
His eyes, deep and tranquil, emitted a cold light.
