The last thing that Lily remembered before losing her consciousness was the loud explosion that shook the car.
She remembered the taste of blood in her mouth. By then, her consciousness was already hanging by a thread.
And then there was peace, a deafening silence.
When Lily woke up again, it was already morning.
Or that's what she thought when the sunlight assaulted her vision the moment she opened her eyes. She immediately frown as the smell of disinfectant reached her nose. Her first instinct was to move her head. However, a sharp pain shot through her spine. She winced. Then she heard a beeping sound next to her. This time, Lily carefully looked at the machine to her left.
Hospital? Yet the brown velvet curtains and the chandelier a few feet away makes little sense. She immediately wondered if Zhou Jingren brought her to a private villa. Perhaps a place that he own away from Hong Kong?
