"You're awake?"
As Owen opened his eyes and looked at Rachel, she looked at him with some joy.
She immediately relaxed when she felt Owen's breath had stabilized.
Then, as if remembering something, her face flushed, and she lowered her head slightly, too shy to meet Owen's gaze directly.
Owen, on the other hand, stared at Rachel intently, his expression somewhat complex.
Cough cough, "Do I have bugs on my face? Why are you staring at me like that?"
Rachel cleared her throat twice, cautiously glancing at Owen.
Although she had already appeared to Owen earlier, she actually didn't want Owen to know that.
She understood that Owen had deep feelings for Leslie, and she didn't want to cause any discomfort for him.
She just wanted to silently like Owen from afar.