Standing behind the glass windows of the intensive care unit, Yang Mi couldn't take her eyes away from the man lying in the bed with a tube stuck on his mouth, as the rhythmic and repetitive beep from the monitor continued to show his status.
Although he had his eyes closed, Kaisar still got away from danger and got to keep his life.
Aunt Wu had been crying while seated on one of the blue benches in the hospital near the ICU.
"How could this happen to young master Kaisar?" She questioned the decisions of the Gods watching them right now.
Yang Mi turned her head towards her and said, "Aunt Wu… Don't cry anymore. The doctor already said that he'll be okay."
