Xu Jing's warm demeanor vanished the moment he stepped out of the hospital room. The lingering scent of hospital antiseptic mixed with his rising fury. His face, once soft with concern for Ling Buyi, hardened into a mask of cold resolve. The air around him seemed to drop in temperature, and the hospital hallway grew silent as he strode forward with purpose, his long strides echoing in the stillness.
The nurses at the station glanced up, feeling the change in the atmosphere, as if a cold wind had swept through the hall. Xu Jing's eyes burned with an unspoken fury, and the aura he exuded was one of raw power and anger. He had kept his emotions in check while comforting Ling Buyi, but now, out of her sight, the rage he felt simmered beneath the surface, threatening to explode.
