Four days had passed since Fang Yuan had severely damaged the mountain.
And just a day ago, Zhao Lusi finally returned from her trip.
On returning, different from her expectations of her rather barren hill, what she found had been a severed hill.
As soon as she find out what had happened, she sought him out wearing a rather heartwarming and beautiful smile.
And then, when she got her hand on him, the last thing he remembered was her fingers pressing his sealed body and then waking up in a confined space.
Exactly one day had passed ever since, now, inside a tiny cell, Fang Yuan paced back and forth, the sound of his footsteps echoing endlessly.
"Stop walking around and sit still!" one of the neighboring prisoners shouted.
"Shut up!" Fang Yuan snapped back annoyed.
He wasn't pacing out of boredom rather he was thinking of ways to solve his predicament.
Currently, he was facing two problems.
One of them was Zhao Lusi, who had personally thrown him into prison.
