She probably fell asleep as soon as she got back, without changing clothes or removing makeup. Her long hair, once tied up, now lay scattered messily across her body, partially covering her face.
Edward Stephens looked down at her for a moment, stubbed out his cigarette, and reached out a hand towards her.
Perhaps his footsteps startled her, as his fingers had not yet touched her hair when Daisy Ginger, lying on the sofa with faint breathing, suddenly opened her eyes.
Edward looked at her, and his movements paused.
Daisy appeared a bit dazed, seemingly confused upon seeing him. Her breath was hot, and after gazing at him for a while, she softly said, "Edward... could it be that I miss you too much..."
Edward observed her flushed cheeks and dry lips, and said indifferently, "You have a fever."
Daisy blinked slightly, her gaze still unfocused, as if submerged underwater. Even the sound of Edward's voice came through with a vague buzz.
