His left hand gripped hers tightly. His right hand, hidden behind his back, dug into his palm. He felt no pain, not until a trickle of moisture seeped from between his fingers... Only then did he snap back to reality.
"Shen Xiaopang… Don't scare me."
The beauty on the bed remained completely unresponsive, but her hand, as if with a mind of its own, squeezed his in return. It was limp, without any strength, yet it held him.
He could feel her trembling even more clearly now.
She was struggling against the pain in some illusory world. Her eyes were shut tight, but the veins on her forehead bulged as if trying to burst through her pale, almost translucent skin, looking grotesque and terrifying.
Bulging veins also surfaced on her fair wrists, and only then did he truly realize just how delicate she was.
'Shen Xiaopang? She's not the least bit chubby.'
She was in so much pain right now.
A pain that was visible to the naked eye.
