Violet Taylor's body suddenly stiffened.
She turned her head and saw that Maxwell Hughes had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep.
Violet Taylor: ...
So, was the arm that reached out also an unconscious reflex during his sleep?
Violet Taylor sighed.
Is it because I'm getting older? Or what is it?
Why am I suddenly so impatient!
Violet Taylor harshly stretched out her hand, ready to slap down on his hand, but then she softened her force and gently held his hand instead.
Immediately after, her five fingers intertwined tightly with his, in the most intimate gesture in the world, twined together.
After doing this, Violet Taylor's heart finally settled down.
She turned over, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep holding his hand.
When her breathing became even, Maxwell Hughes slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at her sleeping face, he revealed a hint of a smile.
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The night passed without words.
The next day.
