Ye Xingguang had no choice but to help the man afflicted with a severe condition up to the third floor. She arranged him in a special throne by the floor-to-ceiling windows and, following his instructions, secured his hands and feet, hoping that the specially made throne could provide some relief.
Once everything was arranged, she looked at the trembling figure of the man trying so hard to endure the pain and asked, "Would it be better for you if I stay or if I leave?"
"What do you think?" The man replied, his cold lips pressed into a tight line.
Ye Xingguang murmured, "I...I think I better leave."
Her presence here was indeed more harmful than helpful to him.
But returning to her room made her uneasy. Was she supposed to just leave the man suffering on the third floor to himself?
Ye Xingguang lowered her head, staring at the red bead on her pendant, her mind filled with Xiao Yun's pleading.
