The sunlight poured down, refracting a spectrum of dazzling colors, like shards of jade.
When Jesse Rowan came back after finishing his business, Joan Harry had inadvertently fallen asleep on the table in front of her.
The bright light fell on her pale face, and under the sun, she resembled a delicate porcelain doll, motionless.
Jesse walked over and took a thick blanket to cover her.
Joan did not wake up, her face half-hidden by long hair, revealing only a portion of her fair complexion.
Jesse bent down without a sound, his fingers gently caressing her cheek and eyelashes.
Hmm, her eyelashes were very long and especially beautiful.
It seemed there were tear stains beneath her eyes, as if she had cried.
Jesse didn't understand; where had he been unkind to her that she would cry?
He didn't disturb her rest but tiptoed across the carpet to leave.
"Little Cocolia, keep an eye on Miss Harry, don't let her catch a cold," Jesse said after changing his clothes.
"Okay, Mr. Rowan."
