After surviving the disaster, Su Yuanzhou's mood was indescribably complex. Gratitude was certainly there, but amidst his current feelings, this sensation, though not entirely negligible, indeed occupied only a small proportion.
How should such a mood be described? Truly indescribable, because even Su Yuanzhou couldn't pinpoint what kind of feeling it was.
After a violent coughing fit, the skin sunken around Su Yuanzhou's neck gradually relaxed, and he exhaled deeply, glancing at the man who had miraculously broken his hypnosis almost instantly and had nearly taken his life.
Though this man was now motionless, fingers threaded through his hair, head bowed, not focusing on him, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to act. Yet, at this moment, there was not even the slightest inclination within him to attack the man further.
Of course, Su Yuanzhou also confirmed one thing — Chu Ge couldn't possibly have been sent by someone to oppose him.
