When I arrived at the hospital, Lucas was lying in the hospital bed with his eyes tightly closed. His face was deathly pale.In the five years we had been together, I had never seen him like this. But I only gave him a cold glance, hoping he wouldn't die and ruin my luck.Just as I was about to leave, he suddenly opened his eyes. His voice was hoarse. "Edith..."I paused and turned around. Our eyes met—one calm, the other filled with deep sorrow."Do you hate me that much?" he murmured, his eyes stinging with tears.He remembered how, every time he had stomach pain or a fever in the past, I had been there taking care of him. For years, I had cooked for him. Gradually, his stomach issues had become less serious.Often when he woke up, he would find me asleep at the edge of the bed, my hand still holding his. Every time he saw that, his heart would soften a little.But he had always believed he shouldn't show his emotions too openly, so when I woke up, he would go back to his usua
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