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In the ward.

Xizor stood in front of the sickbed. The person lying on the bed was handsome and had his eyes tightly closed. His breathing was calm, as if he was only in deep sleep.

In fact, his consciousness was indeed sleeping.

Xizor grabbed the young man's hand and slowly sat down.

The doctor said he might wake up tomorrow, or he might never wake up.

"Christine …" Xizor said softly