As the sun rose the next morning, its rays shone through the windows and illuminated the warm white walls of the room. Mu Qingqing gradually opened her eyes, feeling pain all over her body. A dull ache in her chest was evident, and she was wrapped in bandages, causing her entire body to feel sore.
She frowned slightly in discomfort, feeling as if she had been hit by a truck. As she tried to assess her surroundings, she realized that she was in an unfamiliar room, hooked up to a medical machine, with the sound of its faint beeping filling the air.
She pressed her lips together, trying to piece together what had happened and how she had ended up in this room that seemed so unfamiliar to her. As she thought back on the events of the past few days, her eyes narrowed as she remembered the confrontation with Mo Qinhe, how he had threatened her, and how she had fought back against him. The memory of the explosion that had ended the fight came flooding back to her.
