He moved past Bradford toward room 714, his heart heavy with concern for what state he might find Zhou Yuxi in. Whatever she had done, whatever violence she had committed, whatever lines she had crossed, she was still his daughter. The girl who had somehow become part of his family, who had filled a space in his heart he hadn't known was empty.
The door to 714 was partially open. Jin Chengyu pushed it wider, stepping into the dimly lit room.
Mu Yunchen lay in the hospital bed, still unconscious but looking stable. Monitors beeped softly, showing steady vital signs. The man who had been at death's door was recovering, his body healing from whatever trauma had been inflicted on him.
And beside the bed, in a chair pulled close, sat Zhou Yuxi.
