Jackson leaned against the wall and walked into the emergency room. Taya’s petite body lay on the operating table, looking lifeless.

If it weren’t for the fact that her eyes, which were covered by her long eyelashes, were still moving, she would have look dead.

The blood on her face had been wiped clean, revealing her sickly pale complexion. She was as beautiful as ever, like spring flowers under the sunlight. Jackson knelt on one knee before the operating table and whispered in her ear. ...