Finally, she saw the light of hope and ran towards it with all her might.
Her heavy eyelids slowly rose. The bright light stimulated her eyes, causing them to wince shut in an instant from the sharp pain.
At this moment, her hearing was extraordinarily sensitive. A deep, magnetic male voice resounded, "Awake?"
She recognized it. It was the voice of Thomas Shannon. The illusory dream was finally kicked away; this was reality...
Sophie Sullivan opened her eyes again. This time, she clearly saw Thomas Shannon sitting by her bedside, his incomparably handsome face tinged with faint worry. His dark eyes, vast and brilliant, seemed to harbor the entire Galaxy, so bright it was impossible to look away.
Sophie moved her lips, wanting to speak. Perhaps the movement strained her face, causing her to frown in pain.
"What's wrong?" Thomas Shannon stood up. Noticing her discomfort, he immediately grabbed her hand. "Does your face hurt?"
Sophie gripped his hand, clenching it tightly.
