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Chapter 12

Autor: Ramoni
last update Fecha de publicación: 2025-02-23 14:50:23

Emillia

Darkness. That was all there was.

I could feel someones’ presence in the room but I refused to open my eyes. No,the feeling of someone driving a nail on my head couldn't allow me to.

“Lights…” I groaned,lifting my hand to cover my eyes.

“Oh.” Came the soft response before the room became dim.

I forced my eyelids open and stared at the man infront of me.

Green eyes,wide and fixated on me.

“Are you okay?”

I look at my arm where the IV was inserted into a vein.

“Well,I'm not getting my vit
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