He suddenly lifted her upper body off the operating table and held her tightly in his arms.
"Emily, you're joking with me, right? Open your eyes and look at me, okay?..." The man's voice was hoarse to the extreme, every word stirring both alarm and heartache, "Emily, open your eyes, open your eyes..."
One hand was pressed against her cheek, the other supporting her head, his bloodshot eyes ravaged with both a murderous aura and pain, he was nearly unable to breathe.
"Emily Stone, you've won, you really have..." He lowered his head, deeply kissing her lips, her lips cold and without warmth, which made him pause his movement, then he closed his eyes.
Cold as Walter Schmidt was, the corners of his eyes were also soaking wet, "Emily Stone, wake up, you've won, you really scared me, Emily Stone!"
He suddenly began to shake her body, his expression one of despair, his intense sorrow radiating from his whole being, startling both Fierce Eagle and Tang North.
