"If I fall asleep later and they find out, you have to wake me up," I said.

  She didn't say a word, her face looked terrible, she found some towels from somewhere in the room and tied them together to bandage my wound. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I really felt a bit better.

  "There's no bleeding," she said. "But I don't know what's going on inside and it might get inflamed."

  "It's nothing."

  She lowered her head and said, "How did it become like this? How did it become like this?" I wanted to put my arm around her, but I didn't have the strength. But she suddenly raised her head, with a certain resolute and brave light in her eyes, saying: "You won't be in trouble, nor will I. Because we still need to retreat, retreat back to the ship. Today is just a past episode. We'll meet again after six months, right?"

  I finally summoned all my strength and pulled her into a hug, holding her close to me. I gently stroked her hair, but she whispered, "You always do this." In a very hoarse voice, I asked, "Do what?" She said, "This way with me." I didn't respond, instead, I pinched the back of her neck from a very close distance, and she looked at me too. We didn't kiss, but it was as if an invisible rope tightly bound us together.

  She suddenly smiled and said: "Forget it. You're already like this, I still care about whether you love me or not. It's just that I'm too anxious and confused."

  I couldn't speak a word, I just felt dizzy again. The suffocating feeling in my chest, combined with the pain and fatigue of the wound, doubled the pain.

  She straightened up, and beside the wall was a small door that was tightly closed. There were also several rows of ventilation holes on the wall. She looked out from those ventilation holes. I turned my head and could vaguely see the scene downstairs. The two of us stopped whispering to each other and quieted down, and we could roughly hear the conversation downstairs.

  This scene is a bit frightening. Silent, calm and frightening. From my angle, I can see that in the living room downstairs, several members of the Chen family are kneeling, including Mrs. Chen with an angry face. Their hands are behind their backs, probably tied up.

  Those men wearing black masks sat on the sofa opposite.

  Among them, the tallest one stood up. He looked familiar to me. I could see a very fine mole on his earlobe, so I knew who he was. Then he must also know that I and Tan Jiao had escaped.

  The one closest to him was Tang Lanyu, who walked up to her and stood still, saying: "Speak up, where is the money in your family? I guess the most favored younger sister of the old lady should know, right? If you want to live, then you have to buy it with money." The tone was very calm, neither fierce nor urgent, but with a kind of quiet power. It was completely different from the gentle and open-minded person he saw during the day, like two different people.

  Everyone else was silent, only Tang Lanyue panicked and shouted: "I don't know, I don't know anything... How would I know where the money is? Let me go, please let me go!"

  Under the mask, his jawline moved slightly as he smiled, bent down and pinched Tang Leng's chin. Tang Leng's face turned pale in an instant, fortunately he had already let go of his hand.

  Professor Chen was also forced to kneel on the ground, which made my heart tighten. He looked very embarrassed and tried to speak in a conciliatory tone: "I'm a professor, haven't you mistaken us? We don't have much money at home. Whatever we have, I can give it all to you, as long as you guarantee our family's safety. Ah Yan, where is the deposit book? Tell him."

  That man looked at Professor Chen for a moment. His gaze was somewhat strange, with a hint of disdain. Then he turned to Feng Yan.

  Chen Ruying leaned against Feng Yan's bosom, and Feng Yan pressed her head against hers. When she heard Professor Chen's words, she raised her head, looked at the man for a moment, and then he pulled her up from the ground, looked at her for a few seconds, pinched her chin, and asked: "I don't want deposit slips. That can't fill my stomach. Where is the money and gold bars hidden in your house?"

  Feng Yan said: "I don't know. This house is not under my control." Her tone was neither panicked nor fearful.