When they entered the hospital ward, the patient on the bed was peeling an apple with a small knife.
The apple was so red it was almost black, and under the room's lighting, it had a lustrous sheen. As the peel was sliced away bit by bit, the pale yellow flesh inside was gradually revealed, looking crisp and appetizing.
Bai Youwei scrutinized the man on the hospital bed.
Compared to his previous arrogance, he now looked much more disheveled, his body thin, his hospital garb hanging loose. The once-distinctive Fu Manchu mustache had become fuzzy, with the hairs blending into his jawline and sideburns, a dark bluish-green stubble.
Tch, he probably hadn't shaved in days.
"What do you want?" Nick didn't look up, his knife pausing as he peeled the apple, "You're not here for revenge, are you?"
As soon as Ada entered the room, he strode forward and placed the bouquet of roses on the bedside table, as if the flowers were burning his hands.
