At this point, Ji Sang finally understood why Min Yunwen had been especially opposed and even resistant to her investigating the events of sixteen years ago on her own.
Because he had done it himself, he got hurt, nearly destroying his career, and spent two years living a life worse than death.
Ji Sang didn't know what to say.
She just hoped that, after returning, Min Yunwen's surgery would proceed smoothly.
Only after Min Yunwen's condition improved a bit did Ji Sang return to her own room. But, sleep eluded her. The sea was as calm during the day as it was turbulent at night.
The weather started to turn for the worse.
Outside, a torrential rain began to fall, the seawater slapped against the ship, rocking it, no wonder Min Yunwen's hand was in such pain.
Ji Sang stared into the darkness outside the window, her mind rapidly flashing through scenes that had appeared in her dreams before.
The same clamping down, the same darkness, the same suffocating feeling.
