She placed her fair and slender fingers under his nose and gently caressed it. Specks of powder fell down, emitting a faint fragrance. As he breathed, it entered his nose.
"If my existence will cause you pain, then I'm willing to leave. If I really can't solve this problem, then let's make our talk together become our last farewell, our last memory."
As her words fell, a drop of crystal-clear tears also dropped on his handsome face, a small splash of water bloomed.
She was afraid of waking him up, so she quickly raised her hand to wipe away her tears. Even though she knew that she had given him a sleeping incense and that he would not wake up for twelve two-hour periods, she was still afraid that she would wake him up and that she would not be able to leave.
