"Su Moli, even as a ghost, I wouldn't let you go!"
In the top-tier special care ward of XX City's People's Hospital, a young girl abruptly sat up, her arms and legs thrashing about in a hysterical frenzy. Following an enraged, hysterical scream filled with boundless fury, the girl's eyes suddenly snapped open. And then, she froze.
"Where... is this?"
Her eyes brimmed with unresolved resentment and a chilling coldness. She looked around, fear and bewilderment evident in her expression, dressed in hospital clothing, her wrists wrapped in white gauze that was seeping blood.
Hospital? Could she have returned to this place where dreams die?
At that moment, the door to the ward suddenly opened, and a man walked in, cold and commanding like an emperor.
The unplaceable aura and pressure instantly dropped the room's temperature significantly. Su Jin felt an overwhelming chill, shivering helplessly.
His features were firm and handsome, his stature tall and imposing, no less impressive than that of a fitness model. Sharp contours carried an inherent regal dominance, unyielding and forbidding. His resolute lips were akin to knife edges, as if with one word, he could decide someone's life or death.
Looking at her sitting on the bed at this moment, the man's gaze was exceedingly cold. Though his eyes were fixed on her, it was as if her reflection was absent from his pupils—there was only ice and indifference.
"You..."
She wanted to say something, but the menace on his face made her swallow her words. He drew closer to her, gripping her arm, and spoke word by word:
"I heard that without me, you can't go on living."
What? Su Jin stared at him in shock as fragmented memories surged into her mind chaotically. She seemingly saw flashes of scenes and heard chilling cries:
"Lu Qing, I love you! Why would you do this to me?"
"Lu Qing, if you don't come see me, I'll cheat on you!"
"Lu Qing, why would you treat me like this? Is it only after I die that you'd be willing to see me once?"
Then, a torrential flood of blood engulfed her mind. She lowered her gaze to her left hand, wrapped in gauze—moving it even slightly brought unbearable pain.
Suddenly, she gasped audibly in fright!
"What... what are you doing?"
Her palm-sized, delicate face was flawless, with no imperfections. Her pair of bright, clear eyes, combined with the current terrified expression, seemed so alluring and innocent.
Yet Lu Qing had long seen through her tricks. His face remained cold as ever.
"Isn't this what you wanted? Qin Miaomiao, I'll fulfill your wish."
Lu Qing's aura grew increasingly icy, his profound and oppressive gaze sending chills down everyone's spine. Even Su Jin, who had seen her fair share of storms, couldn't help but shudder again.
Without mercy, he ripped off the bedsheet. She jumped in fear, tried to resist, but her body was flipped over.
He covered her with the bedsheet and immediately summoned the doctor.
The doctor conducted an examination, noticed the blood-soaked bedsheet, and gave Lu Qing a meaningful look. But, intimidated by the man's freezing aura, the doctor spoke softly:
"Mrs. Lu was simply excessively panicked, which caused her to faint. Furthermore, your wife has not yet fully recovered physically, so it would be best to exercise restraint regarding intimate relations."
Lu Qing's expression instantly darkened. If it hadn't been out of rage, would he even have touched this woman?