Tears rolled down, falling onto the back of his hand.
"Don't worry, as long as you wake up, I will never force you to do anything anymore. You don't have to take responsibility for me, nor force yourself to marry me... I just want... you to wake up, be alive... don't die... please, Nathan?!"
His heart suddenly tightened.
Nathan Leafcastle endured the pain, took a deep breath, and with all his might, grasped her hand.
To him, this was already everything he had.
To her, it was just a slight movement of the fingers he held.
Feeling the movement in his hand, Sally Dalton held her breath, slowly relaxed her fingers, glanced at his face, and spoke once more.
"Nathan... Nathan, you are awake, aren't you?"
He still kept his eyes closed, forcing his fingers to move.
Seeing his fingers slightly curl, the smile appeared on Sally Dalton's tear-streaked face. She hurriedly stood up and rushed to the door.
"Doctor... nurse... quickly... he moved, he moved!"
