Breakup Transition [Completed]

19. Jiang Kezhou's Escape Plan Cracked.

Chapter 19

All he felt was the bitter cold. The wind seeped through the cracks in the open windows, causing the old iron doors to rattle. The air carried the scent of damp earth, making the seemingly endless night even longer.

It was as if he had gone back to being fifteen years old. The memories of that harsh winter flooded back—his hands and feet that couldn't find warmth, the old cotton clothes that offered no resistance to the wind, and the bleak and chilly walls.

Life is akin to a colossal whirlpool. There are moments of struggle, trying to break free, but for the most part, it pulls you down, carrying you along with the current.

Day after day of despair, countless glances cast towards the rooftop, the wind whispering beneath his feet, all akin to a treacherous yet enticing seduction.

I can't die...

It was as if a persistent voice echoed in his ears—first a woman's feeble cry, then a man's angry reproach. It was strange, really. Despite every word spoken being unpleasant, filled with complaints and blame, it still felt like a hand gripping his own, and pulling him back from the precipice to solid ground.

The cold and unyielding touch of the concrete floor crept up from his soles, spreading swiftly to every exposed bone. All the nerves in Jiang Kezhou's body seemed to awaken simultaneously, jolting him out of his stupor. His eyes opened abruptly, escaping the haze of unconsciousness.

Darkness was the first thing that greeted him. His hands and feet were bound, and the acrid smell of tape lingered around his mouth. He lay curled up on the cement floor, still wearing the suit he had worn to the dinner.

The coldness instantly snapped him into focus. Jiang Kezhou took a moment to recollect his thoughts and immediately recalled his last clear memory—the hotel bathroom at Xihua Shengjing.

Stepping out of the cubicle, he approached the sink, his destination just a step away. But as he stood before the mirror, the door behind him swung open, and a sweet-smelling cloth covered his mouth and nose.

In retrospect, that enticing aroma was likely some sort of drug. In less than ten seconds, he went from being awake to losing consciousness completely. And now, he found himself in this place shrouded in darkness, unable to see a thing.

Ordinarily, when thrust into such a situation, people would inevitably conjure up fears and panic.

For a brief moment, Jiang Kezhou's blood ran cold; however, kidnapping was something familiar to him, and he swiftly accepted his circumstances. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he began observing his surroundings.

The wind howled loudly, penetrating the poorly sealed house, while the darkness outside was impenetrable. No light sources were visible, only a faint outline of a window could be discerned. Visually, the room seemed to have a low ceiling, but it was likely quite spacious.

The loosely closed iron door rattled, and considering the coldness of the cement floor, it appeared to be a bungalow, nestled in the outskirts—perhaps adjacent to a road, or even an old warehouse.

The room exuded a repulsive stench. There were no sounds of human presence or footsteps, yet it was far from silent. It was precisely this absence of absolute silence that made it all the more horrifying. When Jiang Kezhou held his breath, the sound of breathing echoed from every corner of the room, as if synchronized in a haunting chorus.

He struggled to put into words the spine-tingling sensation. His heart threatened to burst from his chest, and his blood surged, pounding in his eardrums. Frozen in place, he dared not make a single movement.