Chương 209: Warmth

Darryl took a moment to look at Xhemin's ink eyes that seemed to have lost some brightness in them, the one he always sees whenever he showed up unannounced in front of her. Most of the time, his woman was adept on hiding what's inside of her but today, she failed to wear a mask to hid the misery she was in. Her face was lonely, so lonely that Darryl's presence did make it change its color, like it used to be.

"Hey," he went to greet her. He pulled his other hand that was hiding in pocket to tap her head.

With the loneliest voice Xhemin answered "Hey,"

"How is he?" He asked but Xhemin only give him a sigh in response that made Darryl regret his question. He took Xhemin's hand and say "come with me"

"Darryl, I can't—"