Entering the early autumn of Metropolis, the morning sunshine was warm, neither cold nor hot, just perfect.
When Victoria Garcia opened her eyes, she felt her hand being tightly held by another hand. She was familiar with the warmth and texture of this hand, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but show a smile.
She turned her head and, sure enough, Arnold Johnson's head was buried beside her hospital bed, seemingly still asleep.
Victoria was just about to lie quietly without making a sound so that Arnold could sleep a little longer when he awoke as if sensing something, his eyes instantly opening up.
Seeing Victoria awake, he exclaimed excitedly, "Victoria, you're awake!"
"Yeah, I'm awake!" Victoria responded with a smile.
In a blink of an eye, Arnold said with a slight anger, "You should have woken me up as soon as you woke up!"
"I didn't call you, but you woke up as soon as I did."