Brandan couldn’t control his own limbs, he slowly walked in, standing by the bed watching her.
Iris Harris had her eyes closed, her complexion appeared even more pallid under the moonlight, without a trace of blood, like a handful of snow slowly beginning to lt away.
Brandan raised his hand, unable to resist the urge to touch her face.
Yet his hand stopped abruptly a centiter away.
The person quietly opened her eyes, her eyes were as dark as the night, silently and quietly watching him.
Brandan couldn’t discern what expression she had at this mont, only that Iris’s gaze was very different from usual, like dead water, without a spark of luster.
He felt inexplicably panicked, recalling the dream where Iris was lying in a pool of blood staring at him, with the sa quiet gaze, he couldn’t describe the emotions within it.
"Are you okay?"
He slowly retracted his hand, sitting by the bed looking at her, "Should we go to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow?"
Iris didn’t speak, she just quietly looked at him, Brandan didn’t know what she was looking at.
After a long while, she slowly withdrew her gaze, her voice sowhat hoarse: "I’m going to sleep."
Brandan knew she wanted him to leave, but he didn’t want to leave at all, now that she’s back, he felt his cold heart gradually coming back to life, he never wanted to go through that feeling again, it was as if he were dying, too terrifying.
"What happened to you all?" Brandan asked, "Why didn’t you co on ti? Where are the others now?" Brandan hesitated for a mont, softly said, "I was very worried about you, it’s really good that you ca back safely."
When he said these words, Brandan’s face couldn’t help but flush a little.
For so reason, such words made him feel a bit shy.
Fortunately, it was dark in the room, she probably couldn’t see, could she?
Brandan thought quietly to himself.
Iris lay on the bed, without a reaction, just when she heard Brandan say he was worried about her, the corners of her lips slightly tugged, yet her eyes remained cold, that smile seed rather sarcastic.
"I’m going to sleep."
She repeated once more.
Brandan looked at her, falling silent.
He didn’t leave, just sat by the bed watching her.
He thought, he probably hadn’t looked at her properly for a long ti, otherwise, why would he feel she was so unfamiliar now?
He felt a bit confused, and a bit sad, extending his hand wanting to touch Iris’s face, to confirm her existence, however, like she’d grown to hate him, the always-unmoved Iris suddenly turned her face away, Brandan was startled, instinctively grasping her chin, his grip was a bit too strong, when he released, there was already a crimson imprint left on Iris’s chin.
Brandan hadn’t expected her to bruise so easily, for a mont he was at a loss, "I’m sorry, I..."
He couldn’t put words together.
Inside, he felt coldly that sothing had been lost, an experience never to be felt again in this life.
He felt a slight sourness in his eyes, Brandan leaned forward slightly, he hugged Iris’s body tightly, he felt Iris’s body temperature was even cooler than his, he suddenly felt a bit sad inside.
Are you blaming ?
Brandan couldn’t bring himself to ask such a question.
He lifted his head, looking at Iris’s face just inches away, she was also looking at him, those eyes appeared particularly indifferent at the mont, reflecting his own face.
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