That Idiot Xie Xinyao Has No Evidence

In an abandoned factory in the independent continent.

Ji Ziyin was thrown to the ground like a gunny sack. It took a full three hours for the anesthesia to wear off.

The strong light hurt her eyes as she slowly opened her eyes.

Ji Ziyin subconsciously closed her eyes and raised her hand to block the dazzling light. Only then did she realize that her arm was weak and she did not even have the strength to raise her hand.

"Hiss." There was a place on her elbow that hurt from being pulled by her muscles. Ji Ziyin gasped uncomfortably.

Memories of before she fainted immediately surged in like a tide.

She opened her eyes again and sized up her surroundings.

"You're awake?" The girl's voice was calm and a little casual.

Ji Ziyin's hair stood on end, and her back tensed up.

She bit her lip. As her eyes gradually adapted to the strong light, she looked warily at the person sitting in front of her.