Devoted To You

Susan was horrified, her head filled with his frown, his look. In just a few days, he was back in first place in her heart.

She also began to perceive that two things were developing uncontrollably, one was her own heart and the other was her love.

Susan wondered, staring blankly at the door of the operating room. Her face was breezy, but her heart was torn.

She wrapped herself up in a hug, with a few hesitations in her heart, but her body seemed to accept him, and as soon as she mentioned his name, her brain quickly gave her picture feedback, sound feedback, and gentle fragments of it.

Even though her own body has been involuntary, Susan could not help but smile bitterly.

It seems that everything is well coordinated, and the slightly painful memories have more than a little bit of love. The old love and the present are entwined.

Susan was about to go crazy, she felt she could tear out great wisps of her hair.

Whether she forgives Chandler, only depends on whether God will be merciful. If he lives …

Susan made a bet with herself that he would wake up and that he would not die.

When the surgery was half over, the nurse came over to her with the bill.

Susan turned around and took all the money out of her purse. Looking at the bill, Susan was a little shocked, but thinking of Chandler, she could only grit her teeth and hand out her bank card.

There are all the savings she has saved over the years, but Susan still feels that it is not enough, he is so badly injured, how can he get well so easily?

She held on in frustration.

The operation had been performed overnight, and it was only in the evening of the next day that the door finally opened.

Susan rushed over, the blood under her eyes clearly visible.

“Excuse me.” She walked over in surprise, looking at that doctor with expectation and nervousness.

A couple of nurses who were pushing the bed racked him over. They blocked Susan in front of him, apologizing, “I’m sorry, we did our best.”

“He …” Her lips quivered, and she looked like she had lost all her blood, shrouded in a gray haze.

Susan trembled and read, “He … died? Dead?”

No one responded to her, the doctors looked at each other, and then left the place together.

They were the only two people left in the entire room, and Susan stood next to him, somewhat less convinced by the news. She tested his nostrils and listened to his heartbeat.

“Chandler? Wake up, I know you’re lying to me, you’re not dead, right?” Susan asked cautiously.

But Chandler was unmoving.

Susan became more panicked, “Wake up, I know you’re okay, you won’t leave me.”

After pushing him several times, he didn’t wake up.

Susan lay on his body, shoulders began to shrug, “Wake up, why do not you wake up? I don’t trust you anymore, Chandler. If you don’t wake up and give me a boyfriend, I’ll never trust you again.”

Tears soaked through his clothes and Susan couldn’t help but lift her head and look straight at him.

“You think this will all be over when you die?”

“I’ve been put through this by you and you just die?”

“You’re calling me a bad person, you’re the worst of the bad people.” Susan could hardly speak anymore, covering her lips and whimpering.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

She began to regret it, and the last one finally left her. Susan fell to the ground, covering her face and sobbing.

No one came to disturb them, so Susan quietly vented her emotions in the corner.

Looking at the man on the stretcher, Susan got up and lifted the white cloth away. Looking at his face, Susan faintly trembled and caressed it.

At this moment, she did not know what to say.

Susan lowered her head, afraid that she would cry again, so she gently dropped a kiss on his forehead, and with all her feelings, sent him to the cold crypt.

“I’m angry.” She sniffled and looked at the man on the stretcher and said seriously, “You lied to me again. I won’t forgive you this time, and in the future, when you have your Memorial Day, I … I won’t visit you because you lied to me.”

Susan was serious.

She took one last look and was about to leave, but her hand was being held. The warm palm, holding her wrist tightly.

Susan did not react for a moment and screamed in a shrill voice: “Help!”

“Susan…” Chandler helpless, took her hand and sat up, then examined her face and said seriously, “Look closer, who am I?”

Susan looked for a long time, then trembled, and her lips began to turn pale, she asked in a trembling voice: “You lied to me?”

Before Chandler could explain, she had already fiercely shaken off his hand and set off.