บท 388: Pattern

7:00 a.m., Military Chief Office ;

With a tiring groan, Rong Yufan struggled to open and adjust his eyes to the bright lights around him. He was still in the godforsaken interrogation room. Shawn Florence wasn't there anymore. Neither was David Florence or Elijah Williams. Just one person. A person whom he would recognize even in the sleep, or from the beyond. A person who'd faced death, because of him. A person who had been his formidable enemy, ever since the moment she had breathed her first. 

"Hello there, Young Master Rong!", Rong Xinghe mumbled, her gaze fixed upon her phone screen. 

'I love you. You can fight through this.', her darling's text read. With a 'Love you too.', the girl messaged back and switched her phone off before she lifted her head up to look at her detestable and hateful 'once-upon-a-time' brother. 

"David really did a number on you, didn't he?", the girl remarked, pointing her chin towards the man's facial injuries.