Ariel Morris's fingers moved slightly again.
The gleam in Arlo Seys and Jorge Saxton's eyes was filled with joy as they stared intently at the pale face of Ariel Morris on the hospital bed.
"Ariel, don't oversleep. I've been sitting here waiting for you all night. Just open your eyes and look at me—just one glance is enough. Just listen to me, okay?" Arlo Seys gently caressed Ariel Morris's face, his voice hoarse.
Ariel Morris felt as if she was walking in a dark place, just walking aimlessly, feeling a great sense of panic and helplessness. There was nothing but endless darkness.
A deep voice kept echoing, speaking continuously, and she followed the direction of the voice, walking step by step, and gradually her vision brightened. That voice was like a guiding light in the darkness, leading her out.
Her eyelids were heavy, and Ariel Morris used all her strength to slightly open her eyes. When her vision was still blurry, she was suddenly pulled into an embrace.
