"Help me." Bright pleaded like a child, clutching Connie's hand. "I don't want to die."
As Bright's eyes fluttered open, the sight of the woman before him prompted an instantaneous transformation.
He seamlessly slipped into the role of a helpless child, expertly crafting an image of innocence and vulnerability.
In a masterful performance, Bright clutched Connie's hand, his eyes widening with a concoction of fear and desperation.
"Please," he implored once more, his voice quivering with the authenticity of someone truly defenseless, "I don't want to die." The resonance of his plea echoed, creating an atmosphere of genuine dread and apprehension.
Bright pretended to be really scared, making Connie feel a bit unsure about scolding him. She couldn't be as strict with Bright as she could with Dean, her son, because Bright was a prince.
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