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Arc 1: I Only Need 72 Hours To Fall In Love With You
Part 5: Living while we're young with the protagonist, life simply can't get any better.
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Gabriel shook his hand with the bearing of a queen who was far above Shang Ke. "I've waited a long time for this day to arrive. All the anger that you've caused me, I'm returning it back to you today."
After that slap, his entire being felt refreshed, as though he had accomplished a great cause.
Shang Ke just coldly stared at him.
Gabriel calmly fiddled with his collar, his fingers quietly switching off the jamming device under his collar. Immediately, he quickly bend down to pull up Shang Ke's blanket, and said with a gentle tone, "You look really tired, so make sure to rest well. I will come and visit you again. It's just that...the next time will be bidding you farewell, and you might already be in a grave." His last words were very soft, to the point that he was almost sticking to Shang Ke's ear as he said it.
With that said, he took a step back and revealed a cheerful smile with his back facing the monitor, before storming off.
That villain's intoxicated expression really made one wish that they could kick him twice.
The original Cage was a bit arrogant and willful, and didn't treat Gabriel very well, but it was not necessary for Gabriel to rub salt into his wounds when he was about to die, right? How great was his grievance? Furthermore, Cage's father was his benefactor and foster father. He shouldn't bite the hand that fed him so easily.
Shang Ke stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. He was thinking about how to give that Gabriel a lesson with his hands unable to move and his mouth unable to speak. As he kept thinking, his eyes became bleary. Oh, so sleepy, let's sleep first...
When Ravel entered the room, the boy on the bed was fast asleep. His soft hair was stuck to his forehead with the ends slightly sticking up, causing him to appear somewhat languid. With the sunset just outside the window, leaving a faint blush on his thin face.
Ravel quietly walked to his side, reaching out to brush away the hair drooping over his eyes. Suddenly, his movement stopped as his line of sight fell to the corner of Cage's eyes. There was a shallow nick. If one wasn't attentive, it was very easy to overlook.
He accompanied Cage everyday, so he was completely clear on what injuries the other carried. This scratch, until a few hours ago, should not have existed.
The doctors and nurses that took care of Cage were carefully selected, and nothing sharp would be carried on them at all costs. Normally, the nurses in charge of caring for him also wore sterilized gloves, and worked very carefully. Let alone injuring him with a scratch, they wouldn't even knock or bump into him.
Ravel fell silent for a moment, before leaving the room and asking the guard, "Did someone visit Cage today?"
The guard replied, "Young Master Gabriel came, but he left two hours ago."
