The dark environment actually made Mabel Quinn relax a little. As weariness slowly swept over her, she gently closed her eyes.
Kyle Kinston sat by the bed. His night vision was inherently strong, and even though the room was quite dark, as long as there was a little bit of light, he could still see her clearly.
She fell asleep; her closed eyes and the gradually even breathing all silently testified to the fact that she was asleep.
And he could only sit beside her, holding her hand, quietly watching her.
Could she ever accept him again in this lifetime? He could have had happiness in his life, but he had worn it away himself.
Now, the distance between them was so close, yet he dared not take a single step beyond it. Even though she was asleep and utterly defenseless, he did not dare, fearing it would provoke her disgust.
