Chapter 277 I Can Create With My Hands Again

OLIVIA'S POV

White. Fuzzy. Blinding.

The ceiling gradually came into focus as I blinked away the anesthesia-induced haze. My senses felt oddly sharpened, as if someone had turned up the contrast on reality. The antiseptic smell of the hospital room hit me first, followed by the soft rustle of move...

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