However, the waiting was agonizing.
Shen Xinghui felt restless and anxious.
His thoughts ran wild—Is it now?
Or later?
Maybe tomorrow?
It felt like being told, "Something is definitely going to happen within the next few days. It might be today, or in an hour, or later tonight. But it's coming, without fail."
Although it wasn't exactly a tragedy, the uncertainty made it feel just as heavy.
Shen Xinghui couldn't help but wonder what Ignatius's reaction would be.
Will he be angry?
Shen Xinghui thought, hugging his knees in the dining hall, trying to calm himself.
Of course he'll be angry. I owe him so much, and I ran away without a word.
Or maybe he's worried?
Even just a little?
Will he smile at me like before?
Will I even be able to smile back to him?
His emotions were a chaotic mix—30% wanting to run away, 30% anxiety, 30% fear, and only 10% hope.
And then, it happened.
