System: My worldview has collapsed, please let me be quiet

At this moment, Fu Xinlin was thinking that it would be great if someone came to save her, but who would come to save her? Meiling? Would she come? Or Xiaosi? Or her beloved fiancé Dao Mingqian...

The figures of these people kept flashing through Fu Xinlin's mind, and his thoughts became increasingly confused.

How she wished that Jiang Meiling could sense her danger as keenly as usual and come to her regardless of the consequences.

But could Jiang Meiling notice that she was missing?

Where's Xiaosi? He used to love following her around... It would be nice if he followed her this time.

But now that Jiang Meiling is by his side, how could he still focus on himself?

And Dao Mingqian, the cold and handsome Dao Mingqian who was indifferent to her, she had always liked him silently. Would he have the telepathy to save her?

Ah.

Or is this all just her wishful thinking?

The more Fu Xinlin thought about it, the more desperate he felt, and tears welled up in his eyes.

She didn't know how long she would have to stay in this darkness and fear. Every minute and every second was torture.

"Is there anyone, please save me!"

Fu Xinlin couldn't help it any longer and used up her last bit of strength to shout out loudly. Her voice was filled with tears and echoed in this closed bathroom. However, the only response she got was endless silence, which made her heart sink little by little.

Dao Mingqian was anxiously looking for Fu Xinlin, when suddenly he heard a faint cry for help coming from the direction of the bathroom.

He quickened his pace and ran towards the bathroom. The environment outside the bathroom was dark and humid.

The lights flickered on and off, as if they would go out at any moment.

The tiles on the wall were covered with water stains and moss, and gave off an unpleasant smell.

When he arrived at the bathroom door, he found that someone had placed a mop across the handrail, blocking his way.

The cloth on the mop was dirty, dripping with dirty water, and emitting a disgusting smell.

Dao Mingqian's anger instantly flared up. He pulled off the mop that was in the way and threw it aside.

After the mop was thrown aside, Dao Mingqian rushed into the bathroom anxiously. What caught his eyes was Fu Xinlin curled up in the corner. Her appearance was extremely distressing.

Her originally smooth and shiny hair was now disheveled, with a few strands of hair sticking wetly to her tear-stained face.

His eyes, which were originally bright and lively, were now filled with deep fear and helplessness, like a deer lost in the darkness, with dilated pupils and wandering gaze.

His lips were pale, cracked and bloodless, and he kept trembling. He seemed to be mumbling to himself, but no one could hear what he was saying.

Her clothes were wrinkled, as if they had been roughly crumpled, and there were some unknown stains on them, making her look disheveled.

His body kept twitching, as if he was enduring great pain.

The slender hands hugged her knees tightly, and the joints turned white due to the strength, as if by hugging herself tightly like this, she could find a sense of security in this terrifying environment.

Seeing Fu Xinlin so fragile, pitiful and helpless, Dao Mingqian's heart suddenly tightened, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. The feeling of heartache surged like a tide, and at the same moment, anger surged in his heart like a volcanic eruption.

Dao Mingqian squatted down, gently patted Fu Xinlin's shoulder, and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, it's okay..."

He stretched out his hand and wanted to gently stroke Fu Xinlin's hair, but his love for Lin Wanwan stopped him.

Fu Xinlin thought she was hallucinating and actually saw Dao Mingqian coming to save her.

She said in a trembling voice, "Is it you? Dao Mingqian, am I dreaming? This is all too horrible."

Her eyes were confused yet with a hint of expectation, and her hands unconsciously grasped the corner of Dao Mingqian's clothes.

Dao Mingqian looked at her distressedly, his voice even gentler, "It's not a dream, it's me, I'll take you away."

As he spoke, he bent down carefully, put one hand through Fu Xinlin's knees, put the other hand around her back, and gently picked her up.

Fu Xinlin leaned in Dao Mingqian's arms, feeling his warmth and strength. At this moment, she felt extremely at ease.

She rested her head gently on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, thinking secretly in her heart: If this moment is just her dream, then let this dream never end...

They walked out of the bathroom. The lights outside were still dim, but Fu Xinlin's mood gradually calmed down.

Dao Mingqian held her in his arms, his steps firm and quick.

Fu Xinlin's tears welled up again, this time because she was moved and relieved.

She raised her hands slightly, wrapped them around Dao Mingqian's neck, felt his breath, and murmured, "Thank you, Dao Mingqian."

While Jiang Meiling was searching, she found Dao Mingqian carrying someone out. Upon closer inspection, it was Fu Xinlin!

The wind blew quietly, ruffling Jiang Meiling's hair.

She widened her eyes, and the anxiety on her face instantly turned into deep heartache.

Fu Xinlin's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were empty and lifeless, his former liveliness and vitality were completely gone, and he looked so haggard, like a flower ravaged by a storm.

Jiang Meiling's heart seemed to be tugged by an invisible hand. She rushed forward in two steps, her voice trembling with nervousness and worry, "Sister Xinlin, what's wrong with you?"

She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Fu Xinlin, but was afraid of hurting her.

Tears welled up in Jiang Meiling's eyes. She bit her lips and tried hard to control her emotions.

"How could it become like this? Who is so cruel!" Jiang Meiling's voice was filled with anger and pity. Her eyes swept back and forth over Fu Xinlin's body, trying to find more wounds.

At this moment, Dao Mingqian looked at Fu Xinlin's haggard face, frowned, and suggested, "Send Fu Xinlin to the hospital for a physical examination first to see if there is any problem." His voice was low and anxious, revealing deep worry.

However, Jiang Meiling suddenly turned her head, glared at Dao Mingqian, and loudly blamed him, "If you hadn't brought Lin Wanwan here, how could Sister Xinlin have gotten into trouble? It's all your fault!" Her eyes were red, tears welled up in her sockets, and her voice trembled with anger.

The wind seemed to sense the tense atmosphere, whistling past and lifting the corners of everyone's clothes.

The air around seemed to freeze, so heavy that it made it hard to breathe.

A trace of guilt and helplessness flashed across Dao Mingqian's face. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know where to start.

Jiang Meiling bit her lip, her chest heaving violently, continuing to vent her anger, "You obviously knew that Sister Xinlin liked you, why did you bring her here? Now that Sister Xinlin has become like this, are you satisfied?" Her voice echoed in the empty place, carrying endless grief and indignation.

Fu Xinlin was in Dao Mingqian's arms, her consciousness a little fuzzy, but when she heard Jiang Meiling's accusation, she felt bitter in her heart.