Tang Yuxin placed the tray on the table, then approached the man.
"I'm here to remove your stitches."
The man lay there tranquilly, his face covered with grim scars, but his complexion was unremarkable. He looked like he had lost all interest in life, his eyes devoid of any brilliance. He seemed oblivious to everything and incapable of resisting.
However, Tang Yuxin didn't feel any sympathy.
Those who are pitiful must have a detestable side.
And those who are detestable — might they at times also be pitiable?
Tang Yuxin undid the man's clothes and removed the stitches from his chest wound. The healing was quite satisfactory, apart from the large scar that would remain, his heart continued to throb in his chest, stubbornly clinging to life.
"I saw her," Tang Yuxin confided as she removed his stitches. The man didn't react, but his heart seemed to beat faster.
