Xia Xiuyan made a desperate escape, clutching an old-fashioned flashlight with a long handle, trying to carve a life-saving path for herself. Yet the routes marked on the map were unclear—it seemed as though their selection was deliberate. The marked paths were the most convenient and suitable escape routes, at least for her.
"Don't be afraid, don't be scared, Chu Xi... he's just acting, he wouldn't dare hurt me," Xia Xiuyan reassured herself with all her might.
After giving herself a mental pep talk for some time, she dared to look back. But that one glance shattered all her illusions. She saw Yang Xiao wielding a knife, chasing her just ten meters behind, occasionally swinging the blade furiously, slashing through bushes and branches alike, swinging the kitchen knife with the might of an ax.