"Awake?" A pleasant, deep male voice came from above as a slightly cool hand reached out and gently stroked her face, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"I'm a little dizzy." Her voice carried a hint of complaint, "Come closer, the sunlight is so dazzling, I can't see your face clearly."
Trenton Smith slowly lowered his head and looked at Norris Moore's pale face, his fingers gently caressing her, feeling a pang of heartache, "Can you see now?"
In her vision, the man's face gradually became clearer, but perhaps because her eyes were still somewhat bloodshot, his face still appeared blurry to her. Muttering softly in complaint, she said, "I can't see very clearly."
"It will be fine in a few days." Holding her hand, he bowed his head and kissed her fingers, "I'm sorry, I arrived too late."
