Arthur Lindsey collapsed next to Ella Lacey's bedside, clutching her hand, opening the emergency window, and fearlessly, with abandon, took a leap...
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When Ella Lacey woke up, she was lying on a clean bed.
A pair of bright, snow-like eyes magnified in her watery pupils.
She rubbed her aching forehead, involuntarily moving back to the corner of the bed. With a defensive, surprised tone, she asked, "Who...Who are you?"
"I am Norman Linton."
The man introduced himself generously, and said to her, "You have been unconscious for three days and nights, constantly mumbling 'Arthur' around your lips... Is that your name?"
As he spoke, Ella Lacey was sizing him up.
His face was like a mid-autumn moon, and his complexion like a flower at dawn.
His temples were as if carved by a knife, his eyebrows seemed to be ink-painted, his eyes like autumn waves, and his face like a peach blossom
Speaking a bit casually, he was a man with a bit of an enchanting air.
