Let Me Bestow It Upon You
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The entire sterile room was silent at that moment.
As Luo Zhen walked in, he could feel several pairs of eyes fixed intently on his back. Everyone held their breath, filled with unease, tension, anticipation, and, more than anything else, observance—harboring all kinds of emotions.
Luo Zhen knew without turning around that Asuna's heart must already be in her throat, while Kikuoka Seijiro and Kurahashi were ready to intervene at any moment, in case of any changes that might occur.
But Luo Zhen ignored all of that. He simply walked to the gel bed and saw Yuuki lying on it.
It had to be said that after three and a half years of illness, combined with her already petite frame, Yuuki was now so thin that it was heartbreaking.
She was the kind of girl who would make anyone feel heartache, no matter what.
Perhaps she did not need anyone's pity, much less anyone's sympathy, but the fact remained that her condition naturally made people feel that way. How could that be avoided?
At first, Luo Zhen had inevitably felt sympathy and pity for her as well, but now, he felt only empathy.
After all...
Yuuki really resembles the way I used to be...
Luo Zhen could not help feeling somewhat self-deprecating.
However, Luo Zhen no longer regarded that part of his past as something too painful to recall, so he merely mocked himself a little and did not react too strongly.
Still, that feeling of empathy did make Luo Zhen feel a little closer to Yuuki.
Therefore...
"Are you nervous, Miss Konno?"
Luo Zhen smiled as he spoke.
Yuuki's voice immediately rang out.
"Just keep calling me Yuuki." Yuuki smiled. "I'm already used to it by now, so I'm not nervous."
That