"Celine, snap out of it!" Luan cupped Celine's tear-streaked face, forcing her eyes—filled with despair—to look intently at him.
Under the glow of the hospital corridor lights, Luan's gaze flashed coldly, piercing straight into Celine's nearly collapsing consciousness. "Remember, it was Mark who destroyed you! He deserves it."
Those words struck Celine's chest, instantly silencing her sobs, leaving only a stifled sob stuck in her throat. The woman stood frozen for a moment, staring at the man in front of her with a blank expression, as if she'd just been forcibly pulled from a nightmare. Seconds passed in an eerie silence, until finally, Celine gave a slight nod.
Luan let out a long sigh, then wiped the remaining tears from Celine's cheeks. "I'll take you home."
