n, and he looked up toward the direction of the iron gate. 。As expected, a woman stood at the entrance of the basement. 。She stood with her back to the light. Lin Jinran couldn't make out her featur...Lin Jin turned and walked towards the door, gently pushing it open. He peered into the hallway, finding it deserted.

The living room was empty as well, and the rain made it a little gloomy.

The sound of raindrops pitter-pattering from the eaves, along with the faint chopping sounds coming from the kitchen, were the only two noises in the otherwise silent living room.

Lin Jin-tan stood at the foot of the stairs, not moving forward. She was afraid that if she went further into the kitchen, the maid would find her.

Making sure the maid was still in the kitchen, she quietly turned and tiptoed upstairs, back to her room.

In a few swift strides, Lin Jinran reached the desk and pulled open a drawer. He took out a drawing, folded it several times, and slipped it into his pocket.

She looked around the room, her gaze fixed on the wardrobe.

Opened the closet and took down a thick coat from the shelf, putting it on to block some of the rain.

Walking up to the bed, Lin Jinyan took all the medicine on the table and shoved it into the pocket of his coat.

Then, she bent down and gripped one corner of the bedsheet with both hands. With a forceful yank, she rolled up several inches and held it in her arms. She then used scissors to cut an opening in one corner.

She didn't need anything else.

Lin Jinran left the room holding the blanket and bumped into the door.

In a little while, the maid will come to deliver food, and we can delay things for some more time.

She walked softly to the rooftop, this few days of observation, the rooftop is the only place to hide from security and escape.

The third-floor rooftop, jumping down was impossible, she prepared to use the bed sheet as a makeshift rope to climb out.

As soon as he stepped onto the rooftop, a gust of cold wind carrying a fine drizzle blew towards Lin Jinran, bringing with it a chill.

Even in a coat, there was still a slight chill.

Lin Jinian was not going to get his clothes anymore. He put on his slippers and stepped onto the damp rooftop, squatting down and placing the blanket aside before closing the rooftop door.

She walked to the edge, leaned out to look at the wall, and confirmed a suitable place to go down.

Grasp the bedsheet, find the opening you just cut, bite one corner with your teeth, and rip the other side with force.

With a ripping sound, the bedsheet tore.

Lin Jinran tied several knots, one end to the pillar on the roof, and the other end was thrown down.

She took a step and stood at the edge of the rooftop, clutching a knotted bedsheet in her hand. Her gaze was fixed on the ground below, and she took a deep breath, desperately suppressing the fear that welled up inside her.

With one hand tightly gripping the rope, Lin Jinran couldn't take a step forward.

The dense drizzle soaked her raven hair, and tiny water droplets clung to her long eyelashes.

Her shoulder wound hadn't healed yet, and her arm lacked strength. She could only use one hand to exert force, making it difficult to keep her balance.

Unconvinced, he wrapped the rope around his waist again. Lin Jinyan grasped the rope with one hand, ignoring the pounding of his heart, and carefully started to climb the wall.

Suddenly, the rope around her waist tightened, as if a pair of hands were clamping down on her.

Lin Jin ran disregarded and tried his best to let the shoes reach the wall.

The fine rain lashed against her delicate cheeks, Lin Jinran could barely open her eyes, gritting her teeth and bearing the pain in her body, inching downward. With every inch she descended, Lin Jinran felt herself reaching her limit.

When he was about a meter away, the faint voice of the maid came through, "Miss Lin, Miss Lin, where are you"

Lin Jinran's heart skipped a beat, her grip loosened, and she jumped down.

The whole person fell to the ground, and the drugs in their coat scattered everywhere.fatigue and oppression, which had already worn down Ye Xiao's patience.Talking terms with him is like daydreaming!The night owl's face gradually darkened, his brow furrowed with bulging veins. His sin...