The hospital corridor was a sterile, unforgiving white, illuminated by flickering fluorescent lights. Wang Bai stood frozen, her hand still trembling as it hovered near the heavy glass handle of the ICU door.
When she turned and saw Yang Muchen standing at the end of the hall, she didn't see the "Brother Yang" who had indulged her every whim and shielded her these past few days. She saw a god of retribution emerging from the shadows, his aura cold enough to freeze the blood in her veins.
