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 melt away.
Brandan raised his hand, unable to resist the urge to touch her face.
Yet his hand stopped abruptly a centimeter 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 moment, 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 same 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?"
