"Um, thank you," Mi Yao nodded.
The maid went upstairs.
Watching the maid turn a corner and disappear, Mi Yao quickly climbed the stairs on her slender legs. She didn't even know where she was going until she found herself opening that door and standing beside the bed.
The man was still as he was yesterday: a lifeless mummy.
Mi Yao quietly watched him, not even sure what she was looking for.
As if through some telepathy, the man in the bed moved his curled eyelashes, then slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes overlapped perfectly with the ones in Mi Yao's memory: deep, shiny, like the stars in the night sky, so beautiful they were unforgettable.
He looked at her, momentarily stunned, then perfectly reflected her image in his eyes, and after that, a fine smile spilled from his eyes.
