How could Gao Yang let it go? Everyone should be responsible for their own decisions, but as the leader of Satan, if Gao Yang thought this way, then he wouldn't be Gao Yang.
Without responding to Eileen, Gao Yang chuckled, remaining silent while smoking in Ellie's room.
Eileen didn't speak either, holding a bottle with some water to conveniently tap Gao Yang's ashes, lighting a cigarette for herself. One sat on the bed, the other on the edge, looking a bit odd.
After finishing the cigarette, Gao Yang threw the butt into the bottle, reached out, Eileen handed him the pack again, and he lit a second one. After a few consecutive coughs, he stood up and whispered, "Get some rest."
Gao Yang returned to his room, didn't close the door, lay on the bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
No one called Gao Yang when he woke naturally. After waking up, Gao Yang opened his eyes, realized it was already broad daylight, sat up, and immediately reached for the phone to call Uriyangko.
