"Wushuang..."
In the dim light, he saw her gentle and clear eyes.
Her eyes were always so clean and bright, even more beautiful than the moon in the sky.
Every time he saw them, he would feel that the world was a wonderful place.
Wushuang didn't expect him to be awake. She tried to pull away his hand, but he seized her wrist, holding it tightly and refusing to let go.
"Ache, let go of my hand and get some rest."
"Wushuang..." he stared at her dreamily, his voice carrying a hint of weakness, "Is this a dream again?"
Wushuang was slightly taken aback.
What was he saying?
Did he think this was a dream?
Ouyang Che stared at her without blinking, murmuring, "Only in dreams will you treat me kindly."
"..."
"But your kindness to me isn't the kind I want. Every time I try to get close to you, you disappear, and I can't hold onto you."
"Ache... you're not well. Close your eyes and sleep," Wushuang gently coaxed him.
