When she slowly opened her eyes, Matthew Saxon realized she had beautiful eyes, dark and bright, clear and lively, like they could speak when they moved.
She had just woken up, and her expression was still a bit confused, as if she hadn't quite grasped the situation, looking a bit dazed.
She spit out the quilt she had just been chewing on.
Seeing this, Matthew Saxon's eyebrows furrowed in disdain.
She stared blankly for a moment, as if just then realizing he was watching her, and slowly lifted her head.
Matthew Saxon found it amusing.
This strange woman, when meeting his gaze, looked at him with eyes that seemed as if she had known him for a long time, and were very close to him.
She looked happy, staring at him blankly for a few seconds, then smiled blissfully as her eyes curved.
She threw off the quilt and ran to his bedside, her bright eyes fixed on him, full of joy, and with an utterly delighted tone, she said, "You're awake."
