After much persuasion, they finally agreed, and Ye Xiu and Bai Zhi returned to the room again. It was already midnight.
Beside them, Xianxian was sound asleep, while Ye Xiu and Bai Zhi had their eyes closed. Yet, it was clear to both that neither was asleep.
Bai Zhi was in pain. Lying down with her eyes shut only intensified her awareness of the agony.
The dense, unceasing pain.
Painful and numb, it was torment.
And Ye Xiu couldn't exactly describe her feelings. Having lost control at last, she confronted memories of more than a decade, which were as frustrating as they could possibly be.
She felt heartbroken for her daughter. Plus, she had two sons who caused her headaches and needed disciplining. Truly frustrating.
As for Bai Da, who was unconscious, who cared about him?
He had also awoken from the pain, lying prostrate on the hospital bed.
