At night, the weak warm light in the room shone on her face, but there was no trace of paleness.
"Umm..."
Her dry throat made a weak sound, which woke Louis Wellington up.
Wendy Cassia opened her sleepy eyes and frowned slightly. She looked at the person rushing over in panic with blurred eyes. The face in her eyes was familiar, but she felt unreal.
Louis's heart tightened when he saw the weak woman's dull eyes. His deep eyes became more serious. He frowned and reached out his hand to gently touch her cheek.
"Are you okay?"
The man's voice was soft and magnetic, which made Wendy's thoughts drift away.
Everything was so unreal and illusory. She didn't wake up until she felt the man's temperature on her face. Everything was real.
When Wendy came to her senses, her face turned red and her almond eyes dodged. She answered unnaturally.
"No... nothing."