【Sweetheart Lover】

Chapter 111 Dawn of Hope

The rain kept falling, and everyone in the cellar was surrounded by cold and dampness. The cold raindrops fell mercilessly, making the already cold cellar even colder.

Lin Yanan's lips turned purple from the cold, and her teeth kept chattering: "I... I feel like I can't hold on any longer." Her voice was weak and trembling, and her body curled up into a ball, shivering.

Ruan Jianan looked at her with pity and hugged her tighter: "Hold on a little longer, Yanan, there must be a way." His eyes were full of concern and determination, and he tried to use his body temperature to bring a little warmth to Lin Yanan.

Cheng Feng looked at the rain that kept seeping in, his face full of anxiety: "This is not a solution, we have to find a way out." His brows were furrowed, and he rubbed his hands constantly as he paced back and forth on the wet ground.

Qin Hao leaned against the wall and said weakly, "But there are still men in black outside. Going out will lead to death." His face was as pale as paper, and his injured leg became even more painful due to the cold and dampness. Every word he spoke seemed very difficult.

The strange man was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "I just found that one side of the wall of this cellar seems to be a little loose." His voice broke the brief despair and made a glimmer of hope flash in everyone's eyes.

Ruan Jianan quickly stood up and walked over: "Let's try together to see if we can get this wall open." His voice was filled with urgency and anticipation, as if this was their only chance of survival.

Everyone came over and pushed the wall with all their might. Everyone's face was filled with determination and anticipation, their muscles tensed, and they used all their strength.

Lin Yanan also joined in, gritting her teeth, but the wall did not move at all. Her hands turned red from the effort, and beads of sweat covered her forehead.

"No, I can't push it open at all." Cheng Feng sat on the ground with a look of despair on his face. His eyes were full of helplessness and frustration, as if all hope was shattered at this moment.

Just then, Ruan Jianan touched a stone, picked it up and smashed it hard against the wall.

With a "bang!", the wall seemed to move a little. The dull sound of impact echoed in the small cellar, rekindling a glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts.

"There is hope! Keep going!" Qin Hao shouted. His voice became a little hoarse due to excitement, and his eyes were fixed on the wall.

Everyone rekindled their fighting spirit and worked together to smash the wall. Each impact was accompanied by heavy breathing and determined eyes, as if they were fighting a desperate battle with fate.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and everyone fell silent. The atmosphere that was originally full of hope was instantly replaced by tension and fear.

"Shh..." Ruan Jianan signaled everyone to be quiet. He put his finger on his lips and stared at the entrance of the cellar with vigilance.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and everyone's heart was in their throat. Every step seemed to be stepping on their hearts, making them breathe cautiously.

The footsteps stopped at the door of the wooden house, and then there was a whisper. Everyone pricked up their ears, trying to hear what the people outside were saying, but they could only hear vague sounds.

Lin Yanan's heartbeat quickened rapidly. She grasped the corner of Ruan Jianan's clothes tightly, her eyes filled with fear.

Cold sweat broke out on Cheng Feng's forehead and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Qin Hao closed his eyes tightly, as if praying not to be discovered.

The strange man held his breath, tensed his body, and was ready to deal with any emergency at any time.