Until that tall, slender figure stood by the bed, and a soft sigh rang out above her, she finally came back to her senses.
"Crying so sadly, are you crying tears of joy because you're so happy to see me?"
A teasing, low laugh sounded, and the next second, fingers with a hint of coolness fell to the corner of her eyes.
Matthew Saxon's fingertips touched her warm tears, and he sighed lowly again, "Already quite ugly, and crying like this makes it even worse, Scarlett, why do you always make yourself so miserable?"
"Matthew Saxon..." Scarlett suddenly stopped crying.
She blinked, her eyes still brimming with tears widened, staring blankly at Matthew Saxon, with a look of confusion and joy in her eyes, "It's you."
"Yes, it's me." Matthew's Peach Blossom Eyes slightly curved, his brow carried a smile, and he slowly sat down by the bed.
