Charlotte was once again heaped with insults. Jonathan lay in the hospital room, completely unaware of this. Even though he was unconscious, his forehead was furrowed, as if he was having a nightmare.In his dream, he was experiencing his life with Giselle once again, from their childhood together, to becoming friends and then lovers, to finally breaking up. It was sweet at the beginning and bitter at the end. Jonathan jolted awake and sat up abruptly in bed by the end of it. His nostrils were filled with the smell of disinfectant, and he was so tense that it physically hurt. His back was drenched in cold sweat, and his breathing was shallow. As soon as he moved, his wounds stiffened and hurt. There was a drip attached to his hand, and his blood began to flow backward because he had moved too much in his panic. The blot of red seemed unusually striking in the clear tube.Jonathan sat there for a long time, his mind in turmoil. He seemed to remember something.Countle
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