Keira Leaf's slender body wavered, like a pendulum, eliciting a heartfelt pang of pity from deep within.
Both were silent and motionless, standing off against each other in a frozen tension.
After a quarter of an hour had passed, Keira Leaf finally lowered her gaze and ceased her resistance, obediently lying down on the operating table.
Seeing her compliant demeanor, Joshua Sulliven's heart inexplicably tightened, and he fought back his discomfort as he watched her on the operating table.
No sooner had Keira Leaf closed her eyes on the operating table than the images she had just seen began to whirl and invert in her mind, the white operating table, the doctor in blue clothes wearing thick glasses, reflecting a cold light.
The surgery room suddenly became extremely chilling and quiet, so quiet that she could clearly hear the sound of her own blood flowing; the original unease and heat seemed to get lost in a surgery chamber lit by a spotlight.
