I... had no desire to do anything.
I sat motionless in the chair, staring at the wall in front of me and breathing in the lingering smell of disinfectant, asking myself over and over:
What had I done?
How had things come to this?
Where had it all gone wrong?
I sat there in a daze, questioning myself. The clock on the wall felt like a cruel torture. With every tick of the second hand, pain twisted in my heart. Every minute and every second I spent
here was agony...
I didn't know when Ning Jing arrived. I paid her no attention.
I didn't know when Scarface arrived, or when Li Xie came, too. Liu Yuetong... Ham... They all came.
They looked at me and asked me things, but I... couldn't remember. My eyes were fixed on the clock hanging on the wall, waiting for news, second by second.
It felt as if years had passed, and yet as if only a minute had gone by, when the operating room light turned green.
I sprang to my feet and looked at the operating room doors. The nurses came out, pushing a gurney. Juanjuan lay on it, her lips pale, but she was still breathing!
An oxygen mask covered her mouth!
Thank goodness... She was alive... Thank goodness...
My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the floor. It was as if all the strength had been drained from my body in an instant. My head already hurt terribly, and then,
as the tension suddenly left me, everything went black. I heard Ning Jing cry out in alarm and the others exclaim in surprise. Then, I lost consciousness.
Thank goodness...
When I woke, the sky was just beginning to brighten. The area around me was pitch-black, but I could see everything clearly.