Even knowing that there was an irreconcilable enmity between us, I still wanted to love her.
"Shut up, shut up, you have no right to say you love me, Lu Bai, I hate you, I hate you..." Lu Xiaojiu let go of her hand and suddenly screamed out of control.
Mu Liang pushed open the door, just in time to see Lu Bai falling off the hospital bed. He hurriedly caught him, as Lu Bai's chest was stained with a large patch of blood, and he lost consciousness.
"Xiaojiu, you..." Mu Liang couldn't utter a word of reproach; Lu Xiaojiu, as if deranged, kept shouting she hated him. Mu Liang, cradling the unconscious Lu Bai, rushed to the emergency room.
Lu Xiaojiu's dagger hit right in the middle, yet miraculously missed the heart by a centimeter. The thin dagger penetrated through the gap in Lu Bai's rib cage but didn't injure his internal organs. Nonetheless, Lu Bai, whose body had been in poor condition after donating a liver and whose liver was infected, was almost beyond saving.
