Pain... heart-wrenching pain...
This was Sheng Jiayu's last thought before slipping back into unconsciousness.
As her consciousness gradually returned, Sheng Jiayu felt as if her eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, resisting her attempts to open them. However, her other senses were alert; the scent of disinfectant reached her, and all around it was utterly silent.
She tried to open her eyes but failed, drifting back to sleep in a daze.
Outside the hospital room, Sheng Jianan and Mu Ke stood side by side. Clad in a white coat, Mu Ke exuded an intensely cold presence. Sheng Jianan patted him on the shoulder, "Relax, when she wakes up, she surely wouldn't want to see you like this."
Mu Ke didn't look at him, his gaze remained fixed on the hospital room door, his tone terse, "Where is he?"
Sheng Jianan's expression darkened, "We haven't caught him yet, but I've already sent people after him. He won't get away."
