Aldana fell into a coma because of his torment.
He lowered his head and softly kissed the tears that kept seeping from the corners of her eyes.
The salty bitterness of her tears gradually spread on his tongue. As he watched the tears roll down from the corners of her eyes, he took a light breath before getting up from the bed and carrying her to the bathroom to clean up.
By the time they came out of the bathroom, the sky was completely dark, and Aldana was still in a deep sleep. Philip walked over, sat by the bed, and lowered his head to look at her face.
Her face was very pale, her brows slightly furrowed with worry, and her complexion was dull. Only her lips, kissed many times by him, were slightly reddened and swollen, making her tender lips appear somewhat tempting.
He just sat there, without waking her, sitting alone by the bed, staring intently, as if just watching like this was already satisfying enough.
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