When I woke up again, I looked at the white ceiling and smelled the pungent smell of disinfectant.
I realized it was Hilton who saved me.
But I only remembered the picture of Hilton rushing up and beating Warner.
I didn't remember what happened after that.
It was like I lost my memory.
I stared at the ceiling with my eyes open and thought for a long time, but I couldn't remember what happened after Hilton took me out of Warner's room.
Suddenly, there was the sound of even breathing.
I turned my head to look, and it was Hilton who was guarding my side like that.
He was sleeping while sitting in a chair with one hand on his forehead. He also frowned.
But he had black eyes. Obviously he didn't rest well.
I could not help reaching out my hand as I wanted to stretch his frowned eyebro
