A Cry for Help

Blackness, an intense blackness, accompanied by a chilling coldness.

This was the first sensation that Bai Pu felt upon waking up.

Her eyelashes trembled lightly, and her scattered gaze took a while to focus, adjusting to the brightness of the room, yet still unable to see anything.

Not only that, but waves of icy coldness surrounded her from all directions, seeping through her clothes and into her body.

This feeling, was it akin to being locked inside a refrigerator?

Bai Pu's heart thumped rapidly, her eardrums pounding, as she propped herself up with her hands, feeling a dull pain in the back of her neck.

"Hisss—"

She winced in pain, and her sluggish brain finally started to function, little by little. She had been reaching for a pen, but then someone appeared out of nowhere and struck her with a heavy blow, causing her to lose consciousness.