C35 Coma

Her beautiful eyes were hazy and drenched in sweat. Qiao Shi slightly frowned, his bright red face contorted in discomfort. His hands were tightly gripping a piece of scrap paper bedsheet.

After realizing that he was out of danger, his body relaxed. His eyes turned black, and he once again lost consciousness.

Jin Beilin wrinkled his brows, a complicated look in his long and narrow eyes