"Whew!"
Ye Rong leaned against the door, saying goodbye to the enthusiastic student sister. This high school girl named Su Tingyun had a hopeful look in her eyes that made him feel a little uncomfortable.
In fact, Ye Rong didn't step in purely to save people; it was also a form of catharsis for him, releasing all the frustration and vexation he had felt from the peculiar ordeals and family upheavals of the past few months with every punch he threw.
Now, he felt much better, refreshed and clear-headed.
Ye Rong's hands were wrapped in thick gauze, tied with a cute butterfly knot at the end, courtesy of the girl named Su Tingyun.
While the fight had been invigorating, his fists were made of flesh and blood too, and after dozens of punches, he had worn a layer of skin off. The pain was burning hot.
He opened the mini-fridge and pulled out a can of ice-cold beer, letting the slightly bitter liquid slide down his throat and finishing it off in a few gulps.
