When she opened her eyes again, what greeted her was a resplendent chandelier that reflected the sunlight. Oh, it’s already morning. She was calmer compared to the night before.
Having melatonin stored up in her made her frustrated, moody, depressed, and stubborn. There was also too much serotonin in her the night before, making her furious and impulsive. Luckily, they would be flushed along with her metabolism cycle, so she woke up refreshed and calm.
She sat up and saw that her wound was bandaged, perhaps when she was out of commission. Then, she got out of bed and opened the door.
Su Xuyan was sitting in front of his computer. When he saw her, he shot up and explained, “You fainted and had a high fever last night. You should stay in bed. I’ll get the doctor to perform a checkup.”
“Thanks, but I’m feeling a lot better now,” Bai Rong refused his offer and scanned the room. “Where’s my bag?”
“I didn’t pay attention to it since I was in a hurry to send you to the hospital last night. When I sent someone to retrieve it this morning, they said someone took it. I think it’s Gu Mingchen. Finding you through his phone should be easy,” Su Xuyan guessed.
Bai Rong stared down, shadows of her eyelashes forming on her eyes. At the same time, he went up to her and whispered, “Rong, you want to go back to the United States, don’t you? I can stay with you once i sell off my company.”
“That was just some drunk nonsense. Don’t take it seriously,” she replied calmly.
“So are you just going to let Gu Mingchen and Zhou Hailan hurt you like that? Don’t you think you’ve suffered enough?” Su Xuyan asked in a fit of impulse, and he held her hand. “He loves someone else, but I only love you.”
“I don’t care who he loves, and that goes for you too. All I care about is who I love. Do you have a disposable toothbrush here? And take me back to the military base if it’s fine with you,” she said coldly.
“I don’t get you. It’s hell and you know it, but yet you’re still going back? Aren’t you worried you might see him and her together?” Su Xuyan frowned, feeling sorry for Bai Rong.
“I clawed my way back up from the depths of the hell called marriage. What else do I have to fear?” she sneered. “Perhaps the road to forgetting love is paved with irreversible injuries. Just like how I broke out from the cage you built for me.”
“That’s just asking for trouble.” Infuriated, Su Xuyan peered at her.
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