Yet she seemed as if she heard nothing, her gaze only leaping over her straight to the mirror in front of her, her eyes growing redder and her whole being appearing as if her soul had been lost.
Shane Winchester turned his head and followed her gaze, his eyes also landing on the mirror in front of them.
The reflection of her in the mirror was still as beautiful as a drawing, the white gauze on her body seemed custom-made for her, he had no idea what she was looking at that made her so lost.
Seeing he couldn't discern anything unusual, he had to turn his head and look at her again: "Alice Smith? What are you looking at? Tell me, won't you..."
In his urgency, he called her by her actual name, which finally got a little reaction from her.
Her long eyelashes lightly blinked, her gaze slowly withdrew from the mirror, landing on the handsome face of the man in front of her, her eyes red and tears still shimmering like a mist, on the verge of falling.
