Tears flowed drop by drop from her eye sockets, then started spreading in all directions.
Annie Taylor felt like she was about to drown in her own tears, with teardrops everywhere in her ears and nose. Her throat was choked and she couldn't speak, even starting to cough gradually.
Ronald Loman's Adam's apple moved slightly as his breathing became a bit heavy. Eventually, he let go of her hands and got out of the bed, heading towards the tiny kitchen in the guest room.
Annie Taylor slowly sat up from in the bed, wrapping herself in the quilt, and then lightly coughed.
Not long after, footsteps sounded, making her freeze a little more and she gazed at the pair of slippers gradually stopping by the bedside, without lifting her head.
Ronald Loman held a cup of warm water in his hand and gently brought it to her mouth, saying, "Drink some water."
