Sayuri's eyes fluttered open.
For a moment, she was disoriented.
Where was she?
What happened?
Her hand was being gripped and she looked at it in a daze, then at the owner of the hand that was holding her.
The familiar black head of hair was lying down on the bed, his handsome face facing her. Her heart ached for him. He looked so haggard, with his messy hair and stubbles. He even had dark circles under his eyes.
Did he not sleep?
Her head ached and she frowned.
Her mind was still rather disoriented and she didn't remember much. Seeing the face of the man she loved so much just lying there, Sayuri didn't really care much about what had happened.
She just wanted to comfort him.
She raised her hand to stroke his hair and suddenly stopped.
Something shiny was on her finger.
Her eyes widened.
She stared at it.
She brought her hand closer to her eyes and it was still there.
