Yunfeng slipped into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind him. The moment the lock clicked, he reached under the sink where he'd hidden a tiny folded scrap of paper. Quickly and efficiently, he scribbled down a note with shaking fingers. His vision was still blurry—patches of light and shifting shapes—but that was a good thing.
He was recovering. Even his sense of smell was getting better. he could smell Muchen's subtle rose scent in the room
Just a few hours without the drugged food and his body was already pushing out the toxins. His head felt clearer. His muscles weren't shaking as much. And though his eyes still couldn't see faces, he could make out forms, furniture, shadows—light.
It gave him hope.
