Li Chuan's Past - Chapter 51.5

... ng, I could feel his heart beating softly from my fingertips. His forehead was pale and a few strands of hair that had gotten wet from his cold sweat lay on top. His face was sunken in and his breathing was faint. He was skinny and weak, while surrounded by the smell of disinfecting alcohol.

“Could you leave, please?” Li Chuan rarely begged me, and had never begged me so explicitly.

“No,” I answered firmly.

It was just as he had expected. He looked at me helplessly, “Rene ...