PREVIEW
... ame bed with him, she turned over slightly. Afraid of touching his wound, she was careful with every movement.
It felt as if the two of them had become one. His pain was her pain, and his injury was her injury.
The hospital corridors were cold, but the wards were warm. She was covered with a quilt, and her hair, still wet from the bath, lay under her head. She pulled back the quilt slightly, stretched out her arm, and then carefully loosened her hair.
Under the dim ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE


























