Ann Nolan lay down as if Zaiden weren't there, pulling up the covers after undoing her hair tie.
She closed her eyes peacefully, her long eyelashes casting twin shadows beneath her eyes.
In the light, her makeup-free face shone beautifully with the elegance of her oval face standing out.
She lay with her back to him.
From his point of view, he could only see her thin profile.
Because of her illness, she seemed thin and small, curled up in the blanket like a little kitten.
The room was well-heated, yet, the atmosphere was extremely cold.
Zaiden stood still for a long time, not speaking, his emotionless gaze falling on Ann's side profile.
After going downstairs, he didn't eat much of his dinner; he had lost his appetite.
After washing up, he climbed into bed and held Ann's frail body.
His hands and feet were cold, causing Ann to frown and push him away in a haze, "Don't hold me..."
Zaiden frowned back, holding onto her hand, "Stop it."
"I want to sleep."
