"Meilin, wake up, wake up." Shen Mingfeng strained to hold her arm to prevent her from wildly swinging and hurting herself, worried she might dislodge the needle of the IV.
After a long time, Jiang Meilin slowly opened her eyes, which were blood-red, lacking the clarity and pride of the past, resembling a menacing ghost crawling out of hell.
Her hands were as thin as sticks, tightly gripping Shen Mingfeng's arm, her blood-red eyes wide open, "Mingfeng, you won't leave me, right? You will marry me, right?"
Shen Mingfeng was stunned for a moment and turned to glance at Jian Yanyan.
Jiang Meilin had already embraced him, but seeing that he didn't return it, she snarled like a madman, "Do you despise me too? Do you also mind that I have one less leg? Over these years, in our Jiang Family, how much have I given you? I even gave you my first time, what more do you want? Why do you still despise me?"
