Jude wheeled Satan in his wheelchair and stopped in front of the window to view the moon. "Look, even the moon is taking care of you, Satan. It looks so pretty tonight so that you'll be in a good mood for the surgery tomorrow."

Without saying anything, Satan merely stared blankly at the moon outside the window.

Then, Jude lowered herself and rested her head on his lap. "You'll recover, Satan. Trust me."

Reaching out his hand, he stroked her hair gently and uttered, "Mmph."

"Let's go horse-riding after you recover. I've learned almost everything from you except horse-riding, which I never really mastered. Will you teach me?" she asked, lifting her gaze at him.

"Sure."

A genuine smile stemming from her heart spread across her face gratifying and stunning.

Satan asked calmly. In fact, he sounded so calm that it was as though he

murmured, still

on with his question, stroking her long hair gently;

the question, Jude thought for a long while before saying, "There won't be any "what

knew it clearly in her heart that the surgery failing was a highly possible situation, she simply refused to think about

already told her that the success rate of the first surgery was very low, and even lower for the second one; the success rate was probably only

surgery fails, will you have some sympathy for me and stay by my side for the rest of

once so arrogant that he wouldn't even

bout of pain

she

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