On the pillow, Cold Xiaoxie had his eyes closed tight, looking no different from just a moment ago.
Memoria Campbell rubbed her eyes and looked at Cold Xiaoxie on the pillow again, still finding him as he was before, lying there with eyes closed as if in a deep sleep.
But the voice she heard just now was clearly his.
"Xiaoxie?" She straightened up, leaned closer to him, "Was that you speaking just now?"
Cold Xiaoxie didn't respond.
Could it be that she was hallucinating?
The joy that had arisen in her heart suddenly turned into sorrow, and she sat down by his side in despair as tears welled up in her eyes and started to fall.
The tears slid down her cheeks, fell through the air, and landed on Cold Xiaoxie's face.
Cold Xiaoxie's brow twitched, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
His vision caught Memoria Campbell sobbing, a teardrop hung at the tip of her nose, glistening like a diamond in the morning light streaming through the window.
