Emily Allen still remembers, the first time she saw this person, her aunt was very sad.
But at this moment, her aunt didn't frown, nor did she wake up feeling distressed.
Emily had a slightly troubled expression.
Aunt hasn't had a good sleep in a long time.
After serious consideration, Emily made a decision and closed his eyes again.
The small bed was a bit crowded, and Amelia Wright unconsciously moved closer to the warm source, cuddled in Godfery Shaw's arms.
Her dream world was all cold, only the warmth beside her was like a small sanctuary, making Amelia unconsciously lean in, temporarily finding peace.
Godfery Shaw looked at the delicate and pale person in his arms, eyes holding back a storm, gently kissed Amelia's lips.
It was more a touch than a kiss.
Like a devout believer, touching his light.
Not daring to desecrate.
Until it was almost dawn, Godfery Shaw quietly left, as if he had never appeared.
