After a lot of work, Xuewei connected the quilt covers and sheets one by one. One end was fixed on the railing of the window, and the other end went downstairs along the window.
She endured the pain in her back and climbed to the window sill. Xuewei grasped the cloth strip tightly with both hands, carefully stepped on the edge of the window sill with her legs, and lowered her body bit by bit.
Although the second floor is not very high, it was Xuewei's first time to climb up a window.
The little hands holding the strip of cloth were sweating a lot, and the ointment on the back and the thin sweat felt sticky and uncomfortable. The little feet were bare and stepped on the straight and rough wall. Because the strength of the arms was not strong enough, the whole body
Most of the weight was carried by her feet. Xuewei was afraid that her hands would slip accidentally, so she kicked the wall hard with her feet.
The rough wall rubbed her delicate skin with every step of her step. Nervousness, worry, and fear all made Xuewei's movements harder.
The tender flesh of the foot was scratched, and blood slowly flowed down the wound, staining the white wall. But Xuewei seemed not to feel the pain, and just wanted to go downstairs quickly and escape from this place.
When Xuewei's feet finally touched the ground, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Not bothering to wipe the sweat off her forehead, Xuewei hurriedly picked up the shoes she had thrown down in advance from the grass, her feet still dripping with tears.
There was blood and bursts of pain that were piercing her bones, but she didn't have time to look at the wound. She hurriedly put on her shoes and ran towards the door staggeringly.
Xuewei was glad that Guan Qiyou had been out for a long time, so she had enough time to escape.
I ran out of the gate and looked around, but found that there were no people around, not even a car in sight.
Xuewei was stunned for a moment and suddenly remembered that the car was coming from the left before turning into the villa, which meant that it was heading back to the city.
After determining the route, Xuewei limped to the left.
The shoes were hot and clammy, and every step he took felt like he was stepping on thorns. Warm blood kept gushing out from the wounds on the soles of his feet, and the unbearable pain was like the torment of purgatory.
However, no matter how painful it was, Xuewei could not give up. She bit her lip tightly and supported herself with faith. No matter what, she had to escape from here, at least out of Guan Qiyou's sight.
The afternoon sun was extremely strong, scorching the earth, and heat waves steamed up from the asphalt road. In addition to the pain in her feet, Xuewei also felt thirsty and was afraid that she would collapse in the next moment.
Hearing the sound of a car engine in the distance, Xuewei was stunned and held her breath. She was really looking forward to a car appearing, but she never wanted to hear this familiar voice.
As the sound of the engine increased, the silver Bugatti came into view. Xuewei was startled and looked around, but there was no place to hide.
The situation was urgent and she could no longer think too much. She turned around and Xuewei ran as fast as she could towards the way she came.
As soon as Guan Qiyou's car turned, he saw the slender, thin and staggering figure on the road, but he couldn't believe it. He thought it was just his illusion.
But when the figure turned around and started running back desperately, he realized that it was not an illusion at all, that figure was actually the damn woman. But how did she get out? When he left, it was clear that
The door was locked. Could it be that she climbed down from upstairs?