"Oh," Xiao Wanqing said nonchalantly, then gave a strange laugh. "Let them die, why should I care?"

An expression of disbelief appeared on Lin Su's face, followed by a wave of sorrow that began to wash over him. He truly couldn't understand why the sweet and lovely girl of the past had become like this. Before, he had wondered if she had suffered some kind of trauma and done something wrong in a state of confusion, but now it seemed that perhaps she had simply been hiding it well enough.

While the two weren't paying attention, Shen Zhi Qiu secretly began to feel around on the ground with her hands behind her back. Before long, she found a small piece of tile. She slowly used her fingers to feel where the sharpest side was, and then gently rubbed it on the cement ground at an angle until she felt that side was even sharper. Then, she began to cut the rope in her hand in small, precise cuts.

Fortunately, the kidnapper had a moment of mercy and didn't tie her up too tightly, so she quickly cut the ropes on her hands.

Shen Zhi Qiu showed no outward change, and dared not move her hands much, for fear of attracting their attention.

After a long silence, Lin Su slowly raised her head, looked at Xiao Wanqing's profile, and asked, word by word, "Wanqing, you've never loved me. You've been lying to me all along, haven't you?"

Xiao Wanqing chuckled, looking at him with amusement, her brows furrowing. "Who was it that said I was still talking about feelings with you at this age? Aren't you the same? It's ridiculous, your whole family is dead and you still have the mind to ask me this question. Isn't it obvious?" As she spoke, she began to slowly and methodically tidy her hair.