Ethan chuckled. "I know. Whether I'm sleeping or awake, I never want to let go of you."

His face was very pale. His already fair face looked even more sickly now.

He had just survived a close brush with death, and the operation alone took hours. But when he woke up, he behaved as if it wasn't his business.

"I heard that you didn't get anesthesia."

"I didn't. I feared that if I died, I wouldn't be able to see you for one last time," he replied calmly.

In reality, he only thought of one thing: Olivia was born with resistance to anesthesia, so every time she got hurt, she could only endure the pain.

It was the same when she bled profusely during childbirth, when she was getting her arm stitched, and even when her wrist was hurt.

So, Ethan didn't use anesthesia either. He wanted to commit to memory the pain Olivia had once gone through.

More importantly, he wanted to see her as soon as he woke up.

If the operation last night had failed, he would die in his sleep.

When Olivia hea