#Chapter38

Sasha walked closer to the man lying on the bed, her eyes welled up too and she slowly caressed his cheek. His forehead was bandaged, showing a little of his black hair that always looks neat and tidy but was ruff now. Her tears fell on his face as she tried her best to hold it, her eyes unconsciously strayed to his legs and her sob became a little louder, so Michael will not stand tall again? He will not stand in his dignified form anymore in the balcony? He might not know it but she always watch him whenever he stood there, admiring his back.

When she moved...