Chapter 39

　　Luke listened to the doctor's words. At that moment, sad emotions slowly spread from the bottom of his heart like a chemical experiment on diffusion. A drop of ink was dropped into colorless pure water, and then slowly ground and dyed a cup of water black. 　　"Stop talking, stop talking..." 　　He moved his lips tremblingly, wanting to say something, but suddenly turned around and grasped Sam's wrist. 　　Her thin wrists were so cold as frost; cold as piercing. 　　But Luke didn't care, clenched tightly in his palm, "Sam, don't pretend to be dead. Get up——!!!" 　　Luke's actions terrified the attending doctor. She had never seen such a radical family member. 　　Harley, who had been smoking in the corridor, walked in and grasped Luke's wrist, "What are you doing? Luke, Sam is dead. Do you really think you will wake her up again?!" Luke was stunned. His eyes were hollow and absent, looking at Sam who was lying on the hospital bed, He only felt asphyxiate