The nurse pointed to the medical device and said, "Doctor, her heartbeat has resumed!"
Frederick Addington was so excited that he squeezed Stella Grace's hand and pressed it hard against his lips. Warm tears streamed down the back of her hand.
"Stella, it's so good that you're alive. I'm so glad that you're alive," Frederick whispered to himself in a trembling voice,
gazing at Stella's face with affection.
She was beautiful even when she was asleep.
She was so graceful, and she was one of a kind.
The burning pain in her wrist woke her up. She opened her eyes.
Her eyes were as calm as still water.
The first thing that caught her eye was the white ceiling.
There was the smell of disinfectant in her nose.
She instantly knew where she was.
She didn't feel any pain when she was dying.
As soon as she woke up, not only did she feel distressed, her wrist hurt.
