Nigel Clegg: "..."
Why did he suddenly have the urge to twist off that little head?
But he just immediately lowered his head, looking at Melody Foster in his arms.
It was real.
Her breathing had become much more even than before, her complexion had also turned rosier, and her eyelashes trembled lightly, not knowing whether she was dreaming...
Nigel Clegg couldn't control the surge of joy in his heart, and he buried his head and fiercely kissed her cheek.
Melody Foster was instantly awakened.
She suddenly opened her eyes, looking somewhat bewilderedly at Nigel Clegg before her.
"Nigel..." her voice was so clear, "am I still here?"
"Yes, you're here," Nigel Clegg grabbed her arm, wishing he could shake her hard to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
"Am I not dead?" Melody Foster's words were so direct.
"No, you're not, dear. You're still here," Nigel Clegg spread his arms, hugging her tightly without any reservation, "You're here, Melody Foster. You're still here."
