Aurora Blaine turned her head and saw a familiar face.
Maverick Knight was sitting by the bed, his black hair and deep eyes looked tired. Seeing that she had woken up, a dull light in his eyes gained a bit of color, and there was more emotion in his cool gaze.
After being tortured by the poison and sleeping for two consecutive days, Aurora Blaine was in a daze and her reactions were a bit slow.
She wanted to speak, but her throat felt particularly uncomfortable, as if something was stuck, and she couldn't say a word.
Maverick Knight poured a cup of warm water and brought it to her lips.
Aurora Blaine leaned against the bed, and Maverick didn't let go of the cup, feeding her at her pace.
The girl's hand touched the back of Maverick's hand, which was somewhat cool.
After Aurora finished drinking the water, Maverick squeezed her hand gently, his voice low and soft, "Does it still hurt?"
