The washroom suddenly fell into silence.
Nie Beilou looked at Xi Jiu for a long time before speaking, "Do you really want to know? The truth may be beyond what you can bear."
Xi Jiu's eyes instantly darkened.
"I want to know. Please, Mr. Beilou, tell me."
...
The pitch-black night was like ink that couldn't disperse.
The hospital, bustling and noisy during the day, had now returned to silence.
In the night, a black Maybach, like a crouching, silent leopard, lay still outside the hospital entrance.
The car's interior was shrouded in darkness.
Only the ember of a cigarette cut through the thick night like a small opening.
Xi Jiu sat quietly in the darkness, his cold features hidden in the shadows.
The man had been sitting motionless like this for almost five hours.
Nie Beilou had long returned to his ward, yet he did not dare to go back.
The words of Nie Beilou, like thousands of steel nails, pierced densely into his mind, causing unbearable pain and madness.
