It is noon when Lily and Rex returns to the hospital, and Karl can't wait to let Sally in to check Lily's
injuries under the isolation suit.
Rex is called away by Karl. There are only two girls left in the ward. Sally gently takes off Lily's clothes,
and then finds that the color of the gauze does not change. She heaves a sigh of relief. "Fine, there's
no secondary injury."
Lily also feels relieved. She tilts her head to the side and says, "Thank you. Thank you for helping."
"That's all right. It's my job." Sally adjusts Lily's posture again and makes sure that she is in a
comfortable position. "Lily, sweetie, don't worry. Your wounds are recovering well. Karl will also try all
means to prevent your skin from scarring. His medical skills are superb, and he must be able to do that.
Just relax to take your treatment."
Of course, Lily knows that Karl's medical skills are superb, but...
"Doctor Sally, is my back hurt badly?"
She's not asking Sally about that for the first time. Sally just subconsciously looks at her wound. It is
indeed very serious, but caring about Lily's feelings, she still can't tell her the truth. "Not so bad. I'll
show you the surgical records. There are so many patients whose legs, arms, and so on were cut off.
Your wound is nothing compared to theirs."
That reply makes Lily feel much more relaxed than prevaricating. She can't help but laugh, "You're so
funny."
Sally winks at her, "Mr. Rex is even funnier than me, right?"
Lily's shocked, "Him?"
"That's right. It is because you're hurt that he keeps a straight face. He loves you so much. When you
were in love, there was such an enviably sweet vibe around you. You two were even sweeter than a TV
show!" Sally does not spare any effort to praise Rex. She wants Lily to think of Rex better. "You've lost
your memory, but it will not last so long. When you recall everything, you'll know how well he treats."
"To what extent?"
Sally thinks for a moment and says somewhat helplessly and touched, "Although it listens a little
exaggerated, he can really live and die for you."
"..."
"Don't feel pressured. I didn't mean to imply anything telling you about this." Noticing Lily says nothing,
Sally hurriedly consoles her.
Lily sighs softly. "Actually, even if you don't tell me, I can feel that he treats me very well. Not all men
can be as responsible as him when facing a woman with severe amnesia. However, I don't understand.
What if I lose that memory of him in my whole life?"
If that happens, won’t his all efforts just be in vain?
But it won't be a thing in Sally's eyes. "He can even die for you, so why would he care if you would
repay him? For him, being with you would be enough."
Rex has everything a man wants: wealth, good appearance, power, status ... and what such a man
wants the most is Lily's love.
Sally is gratified that what she says works, "You should have a rest first. Call me if you need anything."
"Alright."
Sally gets out and closes the door. About half a minute later, someone opens it again. It is a pair of
men's leather shoes that Lily first sees, then it is his longs legs and... the face of Rex! It's Rex returning
here.
She fixes her gaze on his eyes. It begins to storm in her heat, which lets out her emotions and beats
her ration.
At this moment, nothing has changed, but it is as if everything has changed.
...
The next night, Hawk freaks out again and keeps kicking the wall. When the prison guards enter, the
originally fair wall is covered with black and gray mud.
"It's sleeping time! What are you doing? Quiet down!" The policeman glares at Hawk, who stands
beside the bed.
Hawk turns around. The overwhelming hostility in his eyes is so forcing that even the policeman is
scared. He asks his colleagues to be with him before coming in, "I told you to be quiet! Don't look at
me!"
"I want to see your captain," he suddenly says in a hoarse voice.
"Seeing our Captain?" The officer points at the clock hanging on the wall. "Do you know what time it is?
It's half past one in the morning. You think Captain is not sleeping?"
Hawk shakes his neck and says confidently, "Tell him that I have something to tell him. I'm sure he will
come to see me."
The policeman is just only waving the electric baton in his hand and threatening, "Go to sleep! Or I will
teach a lesson tomorrow"
Noticing that he's about to leave, Hawk rushes forward. The sound of shackles sounds particularly ear-
piercing in this quiet room as if they are stabbing straight into a person's heart. The two policemen
instantly turn around and say, "Stand there! What are you doing?"
"Tell your captain I want to see him." Hawk repeats, "If he doesn't see me tonight, he'll be regret."
He's so firm saying that as if some big thing would really happen if the policeman does not do so.
"The captain seems to be especially attentive to him. Do you think there would be really something
important? Don't delay because of us." One of them leans over and mutters, not assured.
The two hesitate for a moment before deciding to call the captain. After telling him what Hawk said, the
captain appears within fifteen minutes.
"Where is he?"
"He's in the room."
The captain pats the officer on the shoulder and says, "Good job."
"..."
The two exchange a glance and inexplicably rub their noses, "Thank god we called him..."
When the captain comes in, Hawk's sitting in the bed. There is nothing but a bed in the room, so he
has nowhere else to sit.
After he comes in, Hawk smirks at him in a very relaxing way, as if he's seeking a friend, “Hi."
"Tell me what you want to say." The captain has been interrogating Hawk for half a month, so he knows
that this man's cunning. He has been against the police for many years, and no way of interrogating
would work. Unless he wants to say, there's no way other people can force him to speak.
Since Hawk asked someone to call him here tonight, he must have decided to tell him something. So
the captain does nothing but get ready to listen.
"Don't you want to know everything about the smuggling case? I'll tell you." Hawk raises his hand and
dusts off his trouser legs. When he stands up, his smile disappears, he said, “all the thing."
Just as the captain's thinking about whether that's really what he thinks, Hawk starts to tell him
everything that had happened to him in the past.
The captain can't wait to turn on his recording pen and the miniature camera and start recording
Hawk's 'crime narrative’. There's no time for him to feel shocked or think too much.
"Why did you tell me?"
It seems that he shouldn’t ask Hawk this question.
Hearing his question, Hawk puts away his cynical smile. He reveals a smile sincerely, and it's very
subtle and indescribable.
It's too silent to hear anything beyond the sound of their breathing.
Just when the captain think Hawk won't reply, he hears Hawk says--
"Because I want to live in another way."
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