Wait, wait until her breathing became steady, as if she had fallen asleep, his fingertips gently lifted her upper garment. Gradually exposed to his view was a noticeable scar on her abdomen.
His pupils, staring at this old scar, yet knowing it's a lifelong mark that cannot be erased, flickered slightly with light, continually flickering. As his fingertips were about to touch that scar precisely, she stirred again in his arms.
For a moment, he felt like he couldn't breathe, his heart about to leap out of his mouth, and his fingertips quickly released, allowing the garment to naturally fall back and cover the unsightly scar.
His eyes, staring fixedly at her small face.
Her eyes were tightly shut, her eyelids seemed as though they wanted to move, but obviously couldn't because of the effects of the medication, only her eyelashes flickered slightly. Therefore, he wasn't sure if she was about to wake up, or simply talking in her sleep.
