The person on the bed had her eyes tightly shut, her face was a little pale, and there were several layers of gauze wrapped around her forehead.
Her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, it was what she did when she felt uneasy or uncomfortable.
The Man's heart ached as he extended his slender fingers and caressed her eyebrows, he noticed that several of his fingernails had already split, although the bleeding had already stopped.
A pair of piano-playing hands, knuckles that were flawless to the point of perfection, they were even better looking than the hand models with billion dollars' worth of insurance coverage, had now riddled with scars.
When the nurse wanted to bandage him, he refused.
His slender fingers caressed her brow and smoothed out the creases between her brows.
The girl looked as if she had fallen asleep, her face was peaceful.
