In order to cure the white moonlight, my husband pulls my flesh every day
Language: en
I was struck down by Julian’s kept woman, leaving me paralyzed and stuck in a perpetual twilight. Julian, seemingly consumed by guilt, visited my hospital room daily to massage me. His apparent kindness moved me, and I fought against the agony, hoping to surprise him with my recovery. But one day, while feigning sleep, I overheard my attending doctor ask him: “Mr. Hayes, the muscle tissue samples from your wife are too frequent. At this rate, she’ll be permanently disabled.” Julian’s voice was cool, detached. “Tiffany’s Immortal Bloom is dying. Scarlett has longevity genes; her flesh…