"Margie, you can't fall asleep yet. You need to take the sedative first! Otherwise, if you have a nightmare, no one can save you." The voice, filled with deep, bone-piercing concern and tenderness, was low and languid, like sweet, crystal-clear spring water gently flowing into my heart, instantly reviving my desolate soul.
I slowly opened my eyes, and a face I hadn't dared to imagine for days dazzled into view. His warm smile was like a breathtaking flower shrouded in mist, making me forget to breathe.
He sat beside me, elegantly handing me a white pill and a glass of water.
His fiery auburn hair had grown to his shoulders. If no one reminded him, he would always forget to trim it. His sharp eyebrows and piercing eyes radiated a natural authority, and though the corners of his lips were slightly raised, it couldn't mask the inherent mystery and aloofness in his demeanor.
