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Noah had been busy moving recently, or rather, helping Christy move.
Christy spent two days with Trevor in the attic. Amazingly and curiously, she didn't suffer from a nightmare while with him. She used to sleep in Noah's arms yet still woke up in tears. Noah, who was only a teenager, had little idea about how to comfort her. He simply hugged her and gently patted her back.
Christy had thought that she could never enjoy such tenderness again. But as she woke up in Trevor's arms, her mind was changed. Thin and fragile as he was, she was held tightly by him all the time. She saw him hooded with his beautiful side face exposed under her eyesight. His complexion was light and the vessels under the skin could be easily seen. His cheek was so thin that there seemed to be no flesh between his skin and his jaw bone. The Adam's apple bulged in his neck, and his clavicle lay under his loose clothes.
