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編輯: Henyee Translations
Now, Huo Yulin had regained consciousness. Also, he could tell that he was physically fine. It almost felt as though he had never gotten injured before.
He did not know how his little sister managed to pull him back from death's doors, but she must have paid a heavy price for it.
As he contemplated, Huo Yulin clenched his fists unknowingly. He did not know how he was capable of having any strength at all. He pulled off the blanket to get off the bed.
"Where is she? Take me to her."
Chen Ming hurriedly helped to support Huo Yulin. "Young Master Yulin, don't worry. Miss Huo is really fine. She might probably wake up anytime now. She finally managed to save you, so I think you should…"
Before Chen Ming could finish his sentence, Huo Yulin looked up at Chen Ming holding his arm as he uttered slowly. "She's my little sister."
He was naturally very worried about her.
Huo Yulin's eyes looked bloodshot.