All her subtle expressions and movements were taken in by Thomas Shannon.
"What's wrong?" He took her hand away from her face; his fingertips were ice-cold and trembling slightly.
He held her cold hand, his thin lips pressed tightly. "Are you very cold?"
Sophie Sullivan shook her head wearily, unwilling to say anything.
"Tell me, what did you dream about?"
She had been touching her face; had she dreamt about her face?
They were very close, and Thomas Shannon's deep, magnetic voice sounded in her ear.
His voice was low and magnetic. She leaned against his chest, listening to his strong, powerful heartbeat sound.
Her uneasy heart gradually calmed.
Even though she was awake, the fear in her heart still seemed to linger.
She was uneasy, terrified.
"Fennie, tell me, what did you dream about?" Thomas Shannon gently rubbed her face with one hand.
