Her face was very pale, because she was in a coma, she no longer displayed her usual quick-wittedness in talking back to him. Instead, she seemed much more obedient at this time.
Yet, it was this very obedience that made him, standing by the edge of her bed, think of another face -- a face he had seen countless times in the past few days.
How could there be such a huge difference? How was this possible?
He stared at this face and, for reasons unknown, suddenly bent over like he was compelled by some ghostly force, and then his fingers brushed back the strands of hair that fell across her forehead.
Those websites said that if someone had plastic surgery, the incisions would be made from behind the face, so was she...
"Third Master, what are you doing?"
His movement came to an abrupt halt!
In an instant, the man who was bent over froze as if he had been struck by an acupoint technique.
Secretary Gao walked in and saw this, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.
Holy shit!
