Xia Wenjin was running wildly, feeling as if the air she breathed into her lungs was painfully raw.
But she dared not stop, for she was afraid that once she did, her life would be over—she had never before known such fear.
She kept a tight grip on the cellphone she had taken from her bag.
Finding a small puddle, she pressed herself low and attempted to make a distress call, only to find herself plunged into despair when she discovered that there was no signal.
Xia Wenjin suddenly felt as though she had encountered all the misfortunes of her life in one day, yet on second thought, was it really just bad luck?
Or was it possible that everything she was experiencing was deliberately orchestrated by someone?
The more Xia Wenjin thought about it, the colder she felt creeping up her spine.
If that were true, then her chances of survival were slim indeed.
Xia Wenjin could not afford to think too much, and she continued to run deeper into the forest.
