Sitting in front of the hospital bed, Griffon used an ice pack to cool Taya down. Her hot and rosy body gradually returned to normal. He put down the ice pack, raised his fingers, and touched her cheek. Noticing that her face was not so hot anymore, he relaxed, and his thick eyebrows were no longer furrowed. He held her hand, quietly staring at her tiny face with nostalgia and tenderness for the woman he couldn’t have. Time pa*sed by, and night turned into day. The person lying on the ...