In the restroom.
Mi Yao splashed her face with cold water. She stared at her ghastly pale face in the mirror, deprived of all personal freedom except for the confines of her father's hospital room. She couldn't go anywhere else.
She felt like a prisoner, constantly under surveillance.
The critical issue was that Feng Yueming was coming back soon—he would return tomorrow.
Just remembering his words whispered in her ear as he left, "I'll be back soon and will take good care of you," made her scalp tingle.
If possible, she wished he would never come back.
Exiting the restroom, Mi Yao walked toward the ward, but suddenly she noticed more men in black outside the room. The men were divided into two groups standing on either side, forming an imposing scene.
What was happening?
Mi Yao's heart skipped a beat. She quickly pushed open the door to the ward and rushed in.
There was an additional person in the room, Feng Yueming.