hesitated again and again, He eventually opened the door anyway.
The crack in the door opened slightly, and her little pale face appeared in front of him.
Without a trace of blood, she looked like an angel who had lost her soul.
At that moment, Whose vision has been blurred by tears, whose heart has been stabbed?
He walked slowly to the bed, his slender fingers running across her cold cheeks, the tips of which were trembling violently.
"Why don't you wait for me," he asked her in a hoarse voice, and his voice was so pathetic.
But she didn't answer.
She is asleep, forever and ever.
Outside the window, the storm was raging, and the lightning flashed and thundered.
The room was dead and mournful, deep and compassionate.
For a moment, he took her little hand and placed it on his lips to leave a gentle kiss.
His hot tears fell on the back of her pale-colored hand, like a husband's kiss to his most beloved wife.
"Don't be afraid, I'm back."
He made a promise to her.
From now on, He won't leave her again.
From now on, She can do whatever she wants.
She can go wherever she wants.
Even if she gets her skirt dirty.
Even if she is no longer obedient.
He wouldn't care.
He would always pamper her and spoil her.
At this moment, He didn't dare to extravagant anything.
He just begged her not to go, not to leave.
But that was his greatest luxury.
The next evening, the sky was still pouring rain, and it was as dark as early as the morning.
Greda was sitting on the couch in the infirmary lobby reading the newspaper at the moment, looking a little anxious.
Of course, he wasn't anxious about Mu Jin.
Rather, he was anxious for his little master.
Ever since his little master had walked into the ward, he hadn't been out all day.
His little master hadn't eaten a grain of rice since yesterday, and the wounds on his body hadn't been examined by the doctor.
He was afraid that his little master would go hungry or get an infected wound.
But what could he do?
The Almighty Lord testified that he had asked his servants to persuade him, or he himself had persuaded him, but he was driven out.
But the only thing to celebrate is that the coffin will be shipped here soon.
As long as the girl is buried, he believes that in a few days his little master will return to his previous handsome appearance.
"Mr.
Gretha, Mr.
John and his men have delivered the things and are waiting for you outside the door now."
A maid walked up to Greta and reported.
"Oh, I didn't think John that guy was trustworthy so soon, I was afraid he would be a day or two late," Greida closed the newspaper and handed it to the maid, and hurried out the door.
When he walked to the door, he found several men in white overalls waiting for him, and a transparent glass coffin on the ground.
"Mr.
John, you are too unkind, if I am not mistaken, I ordered an agarwood coffin, not this kind of glass, don't tell me, you are mistaken" Greda pointed to the glass coffin, and looked at Mr.
John with a somewhat questioning tone.
"Oh my God, Mr.
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Greta, are you telling the truth, then I may have been mistaken, I thought you were saying that the crystal coffin is for God's sake, Mr.
Greta, please forgive me for my mistake this time, and I will go back and put on a new pair for you right now," Mr.
John said guiltily.
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