"It's very itchy."
The voice had matured, significantly distinct from his adolescent years. It was no longer tender, but as cold and distant as the hazy moonlight outside the window.
Upon hearing the voice, Xu Si's hand trembled, and that bit of nostalgia instantly vanished, sinking into the darkness. Her deep, gray eyes suddenly opened wide, her gaze colliding directly with the man's enchanting features, which were filled with an indefinable, captivating darkness and a hint of melancholy.
The words she spoke were the same—carelessly uttered, yet they could make one fall.
"Sorry for waking you," she said. "I heard from the doctor that you had a fever, so I came to check on you."
She pursed her lips, intending to withdraw her hand, but the man pressed it in place, immobilizing it.
