Perhaps it was because I was too pitiful, or perhaps it was because of he was kind.
Even if I proposed to match Dean's heart with mine, he would secretly carry it out for me.
Our hearts were perfectly matched.
The first time I knew Edward was because he donated blood to me.
At that time, I knew that our blood and organs were a perfect match.
However, Edward was so badly injured that I didn't even have time to donate blood.
I could only return your life to Dean, who had the same blood type as Edward.
It seemed that my will to die was too strong, and things would reverse when things were pushed to the extreme.
The report in Mike's hand was crumpled, and he stared at my mouth excitedly.
"The weather... is... really good..."
I covered my neck in surprise. My external injuries had long healed. After a long period of recuperation, my internal injuries had also gradually healed.
The report was completely torn into two halves.
Mike couldn't hide the sense of accomplishment on his face.
I was also infected by this excitement and decided to participate in the follow-up treatment.
Now I could say a short sentence.