No matter what, she must fight for a glimmer of hope for him.
"Ah..." She clutched the edge of the bed, her fingers twisted, her nails digging into her palms until they bled.
Suddenly, a hand appeared. It knelt down, filled with anguish, gently prying her bloodied fingers one by one off the bed rail. Then, the person lowered his head urgently, his lips trembling as he kissed the back of her hand. Afterward, he pressed her hand against his face, tenderly stroking it in heartache!
Ye Lu trembled slightly, lifting her tear-filled eyes reddened from pain. Through the haze, she saw the familiar face of Third Young Master Jun, and in her shock, she froze, staring dumbly at him as if she couldn't believe he was by the bedside.
Was it an illusion?
Had the pain driven her to the brink of fainting, and now she was hallucinating?
