When Nolan Morrison was almost done eating, Matilda Jenkins woke up.
She saw Nolan Morrison's head and quickly sat up: "You're back... I'm... sorry, I accidentally fell asleep just now."
Nolan Morrison didn't turn around, "Uh-huh, have you had dinner?"
Matilda Jenkins sat up and quickly went to turn on the living room lamp. With a click, the bright light stung their eyes, and she said, "I've eaten outside already. The food I brought back for you must have gotten cold. Why didn't you call me? Let me heat it up for you."
Nolan Morrison raised his hand to cover his eyes, and after a while he put it down: "No need, I've finished eating."
Matilda Jenkins looked at Nolan Morrison in surprise: "You look like something's wrong, are you okay?"
His complexion was paler than usual, as white as a sheet of snow-white paper, without a hint of blood, and he seemed particularly weak.
Nolan Morrison shook his head: "I'm fine..."
