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He spoke to her gently and calmly, "Why take out your anger on yourself? What do you want? Once you recover, I will give you anything you want, okay? Xuan Su, I have waited for so many years, and you finally agreed to wake up and look at me. You don't know how happy I am..."
"I don't want to see you, I wish you were dead!" Lin Xuan Su's words were merciless, saying whatever hurtful things that came to mind.
Zhou Jingwei raised his arm to lift the curtain, cutting off what Zhou Bingquan was about to say.
The woman on the bed was frail yet beautiful, her face bearing the delicate elegance typical of Jiangnan women, only it bore the traces of sickness, and her complexion was overly pale from prolonged illness.
Her black hair lay scattered over her, and for several moments, she resembled nothing so much as a specter.
Zhou Jingwei even felt that her awakening might just be a dream of his own.