Chapter 40
After drawing blood, Yoren and Zhang Yuan sat on a bench in the corridor, waiting for the results.
Something was off. The air between them was heavy, charged with an unspoken tension.
Yoren wrapped the red scarf around his neck again. It looked out of place, awkward even, but he didn't care. His face remained unreadable, indifferent to the curious stares of passersby.
Zhang Yuan sat beside him, arms crossed, his expression stern.
"Yoren, give me an explanation."
"What explanation do you want?"
"What the hell happened to you these past few days?"
"A lot of things happened."
"Then start from the beginning."
Yoren pulled the scarf higher, half-hiding his face. He had no intention of explaining anything.
This experience—this nightmare—was not a secret. He could stand in the middle of the street and shout it into a megaphone, but no one would believe him.