He did not awaken, but his thin lips quivered gently, murmuring her name continuously.
It was as if, within his dream, he saw her.
"I'm right here, Collins Aiden, open your eyes and look at me, I'm right in front of you," Ella Jackson grasped his hand, calling out to him several times, realizing he did not open his eyes, she anxiously reached out to touch his forehead.
Reassured that he did not have a fever, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But shortly after, she heard Collins Aiden complain of coldness.
She reached out to touch his body, only to discover that his body was frighteningly cold, she hurriedly pulled a quilt from the cabinet and covered him with it.
"So cold..." Collins Aiden's lips moved slightly, and his handsome face lost all its color.
Apart from calling her name, he kept complaining of the cold and couldn't find any peace in sleep.
