He Xinyan continued to drag her sore body across the floor, trying to look for anything or anyone.

She reached the other end of the hallway, passing her room. Luckily, the other end wasn't a dead-end, she turned right as she continued to walk.

She did not see any other rooms as she walked, making her wonder what type of place this was that there weren't even any other rooms nearby except the one she had left.

She was beginning to feel a little tired and she was debating on whether she should just go back to her room and go to sleep again when she suddenly saw a shadow.

He Xinyan's eyes widened as she took a step forward, and then she saw a person turn the corner and appear into her sight.

It took a moment before He Xinyan's eyes and mind were able to register the person walking over in her direction, and she realized that it was a young woman wearing what seemed to look like a maid outfit.

A maid outfit?

If she was in a hospital, shouldn't it be a nurse or doctor outfit?

Or was she in some secret place that belonged to Gu Yechen, and the maid worked here.

He Xinyan wobbled over to the maid, who also noticed her.

"Hello! Hi. . . Um," He Xinyan took a deep breath, "Do you know where I am? Where is this?"

The maid looked up at her with a straight face and didn't say anything. She was carrying a golden tray in her hands and was dressed in a black and white apron.

After several seconds, He Xinyan became a little impatient.

"Where is this? Can you hear me?"

The maid still didn't reply.

"Is there anyone else here? Can you go get someone else for me?"

The maid still didn't reply and He Xinyan almost thought she was a robot. She took a deep breath and walked straight past her. There must be more people. . .

However, after she had taken a few steps and was about to turn the corner, she felt a sharp sting, and then she was unconscious.

---

She woke up several hours later and she was back on the bed in the same room she had woken up in. It took several seconds before her brain came alive and she sat up on the bed.

She quickly remembered the maid she had run into before she fell unconscious, and she furrowed her eyebrows together.

Did that maid knock her out? Drug her with something that made her unconscious?

The more He Xinyan thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt.

Why didn't that maid respond to her? Why was there barely anyone here? Where was she? Where was Gu Yechen?

He Xinyan closed her eyes and turned her head to one side. When she opened her eyes again, she saw that there was a tray on the table next to her.

The flower vase that was on the table was gone.

She took a look at the food on the tray and gulped. After not eating for a long time, she was indeed very hungry.

Just as she reached for the food, her arm froze.

She slowly pulled her arm back in and pressed her lips together. Who knew what that food was made of? What if there were drugs in there?

He Xinyan ultimately decided to hold her hunger in and not touch the food. She hopped off the bed and walked over to the door again, a little faster this time.

When she pulled down on the doorknob, she saw that the door was locked.

Someone had locked her in!

He Xinyan felt her breathing and heartbeat quicken as the bad gut feeling slowly rose inside her body. After several seconds of trying to open the door, she returned to the bed and sat down.

There was nothing inside the room and nothing she could do. She took a deep breath and laid back down on the bed, closing her eyes.

What had happened?

He Xinyan began trying to recollect her memories again, ignoring the headache that came when she thought too hard.

They were on their honeymoon. . . Gu Yechen and her. They were going to return home, and there was suddenly a. . . shooting? No, it wasn't a shooting.

An earthquake? It didn't seem like an earthquake.

A bombing? Where they bombed?

He Xinyan couldn't figure out exactly what had happened, but anyway, she became unconscious after what happened, and when she woke up again, she was here.

Inside this room.

He Xinyan sat on the bed blankly for several minutes before she slowly felt her eyelids becoming heavy. She didn't know why, but she easily felt tired these few days.

Maybe it was a side effect of the medicine or the injury she had? Before long, He Xinyan had fallen asleep again.

---

When she woke up, there was still a tray of food on the table next to her, but it had changed dishes. The food was still warm and after careful thought, He Xinyan finally decided to eat it.

If these people were trying to kill her, they wouldn't have saved her after the accident. Plus, she was too hungry to even care.

He Xinyan took a bite of the food and it took several seconds before her dead and dry taste buds were able to register the taste.

After feeling the dry desert on her tongue, she took a large gulp from the glass of water on the tray and continued to eat.

Before long, she had finished all of the food on the plate.

Then, she fell asleep again.

When she woke up, there was breakfast on the tray. Noticing that she wasn't dead or sick or anything, she continued to eat the food.

If she didn't eat, her condition would only get worse. As of now, the most important was to regain her energy and hopefully recover from whatever accident she experienced.

She finished all of the breakfast once again and instead of going to sleep, she got off the bed and began looking around the room.

Were there any CCTV cameras tracking her? There was nothing inside the room except the bed and table, so it didn't take a long time for He Xinyan to look through every single corner of the room.

In the end, she returned to the bed and sighed.

There was nothing.

---

She laid down on the bed again and closed her eyes, but didn't go to sleep.

Someone must bring the food into the room for her when she is asleep. . . He Xinyan kept her eyes closed and didn't move on the bed for an extremely long time.

Or. . . maybe she thought it was a very long time, but it actually wasn't.

She stayed still like a statue for the longest time, waiting for someone to enter the room and take out the old tray and put lunch on the table.

However, it seemed like several hours had passed but no one entered the room.

She continued to wait, and wait, and wait.

The sun slowly rose up into the sky, shining a bright light into the room. She continued to wait.

Then, the sun fell back down and the moon rose up into the sky. Nighttime had come.

He Xinyan finally gave up. Why did no one come?

She took a deep breath and continued to pretend to sleep. However, since it was nighttime already, she slowly began to feel tired and before long, she was actually asleep.

The next morning, she woke up to find that there was no breakfast tray on the table.

Are they not going to send her food anymore?

He Xinyan sat up on the bed and stared blankly at the wall. How long was she going to stay here for? One hour? One day? One week? One month? One year? Forever?

She took a deep breath and buried her head into her arms.

Where was Gu Yechen? What happened?

She took a deep breath to try and calm her emotions down, as she felt like crying by now. She opened her eyes again and leaned back against the headboard.

Maybe she should just go to sleep again? There was nothing else to do anyway.

He Xinyan looked down and was just about to go back to sleep when suddenly, she heard a sound. The sound of a lock clicking. Then, the sound of a door getting pushed open.

He Xinyan immediately looked up in surprise, wondering who it was.

She held her breath as her heartbeat sped up. Was it Gu Yechen? Or maybe a worker?

She waited for several long seconds before a black shoe stepped into her view. It was a male shoe, and He Xinyan looked up in anticipation. Was it Gu Yechen?

Then, the entire person came into a view.

It was indeed a man, but it wasn't Gu Yechen.

He Xinyan stared at him for several seconds before asking softly, "Who are you?"

She couldn't remember many things clearly, and although the person in front of her looked very familiar, she couldn't exactly remember who he was.

"Did you forget me already?" The man asked as a smile appeared on his face. He was silent for several seconds before he chuckled softly, "Yi Shao . . Yi Qiansi. Remember?"

He Xinyan thought for several seconds before the memory finally came alive inside her head. The man that saved her?!

She looked up and frowned, "Where am I?"

"The Wei Jing Palace. You were here before. . ." Yi Qiansi took one step forward and placed his arms behind him.

"Your palace?"

Yi Qiansi nodded.

"What happened?"

It took a few seconds before Yi Qiansi figured out what she was asking about, "You were bombed."

He Xinyan furrowed her eyebrows together, "By who? By what?"

". . . By me." Yi Qiansi grinned softly, causing chills to run down He Xinyan's spine.

She took a deep breath before asking again, her voice softer this time, "Where is Gu Yechen."

"Dead."