He knew that Sophie was still there waiting for him to take her away, and he absolutely could not fail her trust and expectations.
His head was dizzy, feeling like countless images were overlapping in his mind, and he couldn't clearly grasp any of them.
He still had a sliver of consciousness left, and he tried hard to open his eyes, but it was so difficult.
"Sophie..." he muttered her name in a daze.
Warmth came from his fingertips, and he instinctively held on.
Irene frowned slightly. Seeing him like this, she felt both heartache and anger.
He's in this state, and he's still thinking of his Sophie?
"Sophie..." When he called Sophie's name for the second time, she tried hard to pull her hand out of his grasp, but his strength was so great that the harder she struggled, the tighter he held.
"Brother Asher, you mustn't know how much I want to hear my name from your mouth now..." Irene sniffed, and when he finally relaxed a bit, she pulled her hand away.
