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Ye Wei was in the emergency room for a day and night.

Huge beads of sweat fell from Mo Jue's forehead. He did not know that he would become this afraid someday. His hands trembled, and his stunning face was even paler than a patient on the verge of death.

'Wei Wei, nothing must happen to you. Nothing…'

He almost wanted to jab his fingers into the wall to ease the pain in his heart that seemed like a knife which slowly quartered him. It was so painful to the point he still did not have the mood to think about who would have been behind it and who tortured his Wei Wei into such a mess. She must live…

She must live!

He felt as though somebody had held his heart in their hands and utterly crushed it in the next instant. He never felt such fear and was afraid she would not make it and just leave him.