Yvette held Lance's back. Her face was pale and her voice was trembling.
"Lance... Wake up. Don't scare me!"
Lance's chest was still bleeding, and the blood loss made his handsome face abnormally pale.
Yvette panicked and called out to him over and over again.
"Lance, don't sleep. Can you talk to me? Please, can you talk to me?"
"Don't cry, little fool... I don't hurt at all..."
Lance was so weak that he couldn't lift his hand, but he was conscious.
Looking at the tears that were falling down her face because she was worried about him, Lance tried hard to force a smile.
The wound seemed to have been treated with painkillers as if it didn't hurt that much anymore.
It proved that she still cared about him, right?
Maybe she didn't know...
During this period, she had been turning a blind eye to him and using all kinds of methods to cut off all relations with him, which made him so sad.
