Lina only woke up late in the morning. Shen was asleep late too.
She was already in bed. Shen had carried her from the car to the bed, making sure she wouldn't wake up. He had sponged her body clean of all the blood, like he'd cared for her when she was in a coma.
He was still sleeping on the sofa in their room.
Her eyes fell upon his long, sleeping body tightly cramped on the sofa.
Suddenly her heart ached at how uncomfortable he must be.
She looked at the bed in which she was sleeping. It was wide and soft. She had enough space for three of herself in there.
She got out of bed and walked over to the sleeping beauty on the sofa. As she knelt down next to him, she brushed his hair back from his face with her fingers.
His skin was like the purest marble and his hair was dark like the night. As her fingers traced his jawline, she felt a gush of warmth and familiarity.
As if in a dream, a very long time ago, she remembered stroking the same jawline.
