She knew she was leaving today, so she secretly broke the porcelain bowl at noon and hid a piece in her pocket. Later, when Lance's men came to tie her up, she kept it in her mouth.
The piece of porcelain was so sharp that her mouth was filled with blood. When she spit it out, her mouth was almost ground to pieces.
The mountain road was bumpy, and she held the porcelain piece and cut the rope bit by bit. Her fingers were almost numb with pain, and she couldn't feel her own fingers even if they were cut.
She knew she would be discovered, so she deliberately ran deeper into the jungle.
She rolled down the hillside and hit a tree trunk, unable to recover for a long time.
For a moment, she didn't even know why she wanted to run away, why she was here, and why...this happened.
The cold moon hangs high.
She looked at the full moon and slowly stood up holding on to the tree trunk.
A splitting headache.
But she couldn't stop.
She stood up unsteadily, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, so she heard some sounds.
It was the sound of footsteps and the sound of clothes scraping against grass.
The voice came from above her head.
At that moment, she was like a robot that had run out of power. For a moment, she froze.
She turned her head little by little. On the hillside, the handsome man looked at her expressionlessly. His blond hair showed a translucent color under the moonlight.
And those pine green eyes flashed with a brilliance as sharp as a blade in the darkness.
A very short scream burst out from her chest. The sound only reached her throat and stopped. She stepped back step by step and ran away in panic.
Found, found, dying...
Lance came down the hillside that was more than three meters high with just a slight jump.
He looked at Su Qianqian running around like a headless fly in the forest, and thought to himself, how dare you run away.
How dare you run away!
He walked over slowly step by step. He didn't walk very fast. Under the moonlight, there was a wet trace left where Su Qianqian ran.
He knew it was all blood.
He remembered that she was still pregnant with the child.
Although there was no sign of pregnancy at all from her slender figure.
She must have loved that child very much. The anti-fetal herbs collected by his servants were boiled into a pot. Even he couldn't bear the smell, but she could drink it all without even frowning.
A wolf-like ferocious look appeared in his eyes, and he approached Su Qianqian step by step.
He was standing on it just now and could already see that there was a cliff not far away. Not to mention Su Qianqian, even a professional mountaineer would not be able to climb up without special tools.
She can't run away.
He walked over calmly, and not far away, Su Qianqian was sitting on the ground, her head lowered, leaning on the cliff, her whole body trembling slightly.
With a sneer on his lips, he walked over slowly. To Su Qianqian, the sound was no less than a reminder of death.
He stood in front of her and looked at her condescendingly. At this moment, his pine green eyes had an inorganic indifference, as if two emerald green glass beads were inlaid on his perfect face. He was cold and cold.
, like an exquisite doll.
"How dare you run." He whispered, "How dare you run."
"..."
He stretched out his hand, grabbed Su Qianqian's collar, dragged her up from the ground, pressed her against the cliff, and faced her pale face.