Twenty minutes later, Zhang Heng returned to the hospital where Fan Mei Nan was staying.
He parked in the lot and led the woman in black tennis attire into the inpatient building. This time, they ran into the young nurse on duty at the nurses' station. She had not expected anyone to come visiting so early, but she still had Zhang Heng and the woman in black tennis attire register as required before letting them in.
In the ward, Fan Mei Nan was visibly afraid when she saw the woman in black tennis attire. She especially seemed to remember the knife that had been stuck into the bedside cabinet not long ago, taking half a step back. Still, she softly called out, "Sis."
"Don't. I can't accept that title. You and your little boyfriend have captured me twice already," the woman in black tennis attire said flatly. "I'm just a spice in your love life. Whenever you're in a bad mood, you grab me and play with me."
"It's not like that," Fan Mei Nan explained. "We only wanted to ask you for a favor."
"What, are you still planning to keep acting with me at a time like this?" the woman in black tennis attire sneered.
Then Zhang Heng, who had been standing nearby, suddenly spoke. "It looks like it will be hard for the two of you to build enough trust in each other anytime soon. If this continues, this conversation won't make any substantive progress."
"So, what do you suggest?" the woman in black tennis attire asked.
Zhang Heng took out the Oath Rings and a sheet of parchment from his pocket.
"This is an item. Next, all you need to do is cut your fingers and mix your blood together, write an oath on this parchment