7 When She Wakes Up 2 (2/2)

”Huff..huff...”

He rummaged through his table and found an inhaler. He opened it and breathed for a few times, calming his nerves. It had been a while when this happened.

Jun Ting was tired and laid down in the sofa. He ma.s.saged his head for a few times and eventually fell into a deep sleep.

'Huh?'

He opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. Why are there people in white? What's this light above? What are they saying?

Wait.

I can't move. Jun Ting thought. He looked at his right hand and felt a heavy dread. His hand was strapped with a leather strap and he was bound to a bed.

There were white clothed people around him.

No!!

NO.NO.NO

Why am I here???? Whyyy???

He trashed around. He was not strapped. He was not held down. He was free. It was just a dream,no, a nightmare. He felt cold all over. Where was Jun Ming??? My son??

Then he felt a comforting warmth. It was in his chest he looked down and there he saw his littke dumpling. He didn't know what he felt at the moment but all he knew he was safe and back in his arms. He laid down again and clutched Jun Ming tightly.

He felt an instant sense of relief because he knew, Jun Ming was the only one who could control his emotions. Jun Ming was the one that reminded him that he was still human.

He was proof that he was witha woman. A woman he loves but couldn't remember whi she is. But at least there was proof that he loved.

The only emotion he felt after frustration. Love.

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