An Yuwei's hands slowly clenched. She realized he was right. Earlier, she had still believed she could win Mo Yuzhen's love. However, that path was now completely closed.
If love was impossible, then she would take everything else.
"I understand," she whispered hoarsely.
"And one more thing," Brother Long said sharply, his gaze darkening. "You are the victim here. Just like Tang Xiyu."
An Yuwei stiffened.
"Do not mention Tang Xiyu. Not a single word. Not her injury, not her incident, not anything," he warned. "In this room, you are the only victim."
She swallowed hard and nodded slowly.
"Yes," she said quietly. "I am the only victim."
Meanwhile, Mo Yuzhen walked briskly down the hospital corridor, his long strides echoing against the sterile white walls. The closer he got to the room number Wen Hao had given him, the heavier his chest felt.
He reached the door and turned the handle. The sight inside made his steps pause.
