The drug in her system hadn't worn off at all, so she had to struggle to stay awake.
It was very cold now, just right.
If it wasn't cold, her will would disappear.
Seeing her shivering in his arms, Dylan asked, "It's cold, right? But if not like this, the drug in your body will act up again! You've been given a large dose, if not resolved, there's a chance you could die from burning desire."
Gu Xiaomo nodded wearily, "I know, so stop holding me like this."
"No! I want to hold you! I'm afraid if I don't, you'll really disappear! Momo! I have to hold you like this!" He said stubbornly like a child.
It was actually difficult for her to keep her eyes open, and at that moment, looking up at him, she felt even more exhausted.
She actually wanted to ask him if, as a child, he had ever met a little girl.
He called her Blue Eyes, she called him Zi Toufa.
They met in Syria.
He was about ten years old that year, and she was only five or six.
In the sea, all the images became clear.
