Even upon hearing these, Xiao Man was not afraid.

"Suit yourself."

"You will die," he said. "This is a chronic poison. You won’t die immediately, but eventually you will perish beautifully. I don’t even have the antidote yet; I haven’t had time to research it. However... if you comply with me, and make me happy, then I might be interested in creating an antidote for you."

"Stop with those sanctimonious words. Even if I agree to do what you want and you give me the antidote, it won’t be a one-time cure-all to completely cleanse the poison, so what would you use to control me?"

"Smart as you are."

"Rather than living like a dog, I’d rather not live at all."

"Don’t say that, life is still wonderful. For instance, if I were not alive, how could I have met you? I hope you enjoy your new home."

Xiao Man’s gaze explored every corner; she was barefoot, starting from one corner, she walked a full circle, finding no way out. The walls here were blue in color, only she herself was wearing a white dress.

Looking for too long gives one a sense of oppression; Xiao Man felt suffocated, her heart heavy, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

Luo Xuan definitely intended for this room to have this color scheme; he wanted to drive her mad.

In the entire room, only at the highest part of one wall was there a ventilation hole, which she couldn’t reach, let alone escape through.

Escaping shouldn’t be daunting, but she didn’t even know where she was. Furthermore, cameras surveilled her twenty-four hours a day, any slight noise might alert Luo Xuan.

A door was almost flush with the wall, imperceptible unless carefully inspected, she guessed it was the only entrance. Underneath this door, there was a small square hatch used for delivering food and water.

There was another door which led to a basic restroom, without a mirror.

She found that her earrings, necklace, and hairpins were all removed, with disheveled hair, left with nothing on but a white dress, she looked just like a mental patient.

And in the room, she didn’t find any sharp objects; even the water delivered sporadically was in a round-mouthed, thick-rimmed stainless steel cup.

Only then did she understand why the walls were soft, the floors had no hardness, there was not a single piece of furniture; everything was to eliminate all possible ways she could use to end her own life.

The protection was extremely strict.

Luo Xuan thought of everything; the room seemed specifically designed for her.

All she could do was sit on the floor, leaning against the wall, zoning out.

Yes, zoning out, apart from zoning out she couldn’t do anything.

She didn’t shout, didn’t call for help, didn’t resist trying to escape.

She knew she couldn’t get away, even if she escaped this room, she couldn’t escape this place.

So, she was like someone who had given up the struggle waiting only for death.

But differently, she couldn’t even wait for death to come.

She didn’t starve herself; she didn’t want to starve.

She once was thrown into a dark room, without food or drink, with nothing, in total darkness, not knowing if it was day or night. Eventually, she was persistently groggy, uncertain how many days she endured.

At the moment she was about to die, the Lord revived her.

That was a test, a test to see how long she could survive in a hopeless situation.

But that feeling, was something she never wanted to experience again in her life.

A profound, endless despair.

She wasn’t afraid of dying. She could die, but she knew she couldn’t; when she was on the brink of death, Luo Xuan would revive her again. Given that, why endure such torment.