Late at night, the arrival of one person disrupted the quiet of an entire floor at a private hospital in the city center.
When the door to the ward was kicked open, Xie Anyu reflexively turned her head to look at the entrance.
"Pei Yan?"
Hearing this name, Lu Chen on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes.
Following closely, accompanied by Xie Anyu's exclamation, his entire body was lifted up by a strong force.
"Tell me, who is the person behind you!"
Pei Yan looked anything but human, his expression grim, eyes lined with crimson blood vessels, his presence chilling, reminiscent of a demon crawled out from hell.
Xie Anyu was so frightened she dared not move, her gaze fixed on the hand that was gripping Lu Chen's collar tightly.
His well-defined fingers cast a chilling light in the lamp's glow; the veins on the back of Pei Yan's hand were bulging. Those who knew him well understood this was a sign that his emotions were compressed to the brink of eruption.
