Anna Jadwin suddenly opened her eyes, weakly looking at him.
Wayne Bailey's whole body shook, and he bent down, holding her pale fingers, "Why did you wake up?"
"If I didn't wake up now, I was afraid you would cry."
"..."
"I don't want to make you sad," Anna Jadwin tried to smile, "Wayne Bailey, you can't shed tears so easily anymore!"
She dreamt she had died, and Wayne Bailey went mad. His crazed state frightened her, and she desperately called on herself to wake up.
Reminding herself repeatedly, relying on her firm willpower, she then awoke.
"I'm fine, it's just a minor injury..." Anna Jadwin raised her hand, touched his face, and wiped the moisture from the corner of his eyes!
Wayne Bailey was staring at her intently, his eyes rimmed with an explosive crimson.
"I can wake up because it's just a minor injury, right?"
Seeing his terribly anxious expression, she began to feel scared.
"What do you think?" Wayne Bailey's voice was so hoarse he could hardly speak.