Tang Yuanxiao left the hospital yesterday.
He'd gotten two days off after returning from his hellish training, but that was it.
After he went back yesterday, he was only able to make time to visit again today.
Tang Yuanxiao was relieved to see Su Li recovering, but the look he gave her was incredibly complicated.
He found himself looking into her eyes, trying to decipher her emotions.
Her gaze was a mixture of gratitude and complexity. The hatred from before was gone.
But the hatred in her eyes from before, along with that one phrase she'd uttered—whether in her sleep or not—had plunged Tang Yuanxiao into a world of nightmares.
He'd had the same nightmare again last night. No, it was even clearer this time.
He could even feel his own ragged breathing from the exertion, could see his own enraged, murderous face reflected in the wide-open eyes of the Su Li he was strangling.
Tang Yuanxiao had woken from the nightmare with a jolt and hadn't been able to fall back asleep.
