Chapter 11 I don't want to see you now.

Alex Brock was bending over, listening to her repeated murmurs of "Don't go.". A rather strange feeling rose in my heart. The woman's face on the bed was full of wet water lines, and her long hair was spread out on the white sheets, and the colors collided clearly. Her eyes were closed restlessly, and she seemed to be in a nightmare. Alex Brock had no intention of waking her up and twisted his eyebrows to examine the face carefully. At some point, Max Andrews will give him a sense of familiarity. Now she was sobbing so sadly that he could not bear to reach out uncontrollably to wipe the tears off her face one by one. Halfway through his hand, Alex Brock stopped, stared at his fingertips for a long time, straightened up with a calm face, and put his hand back in his pants pocket. He looked down at her, then turned around, paused, reached out, pulled a chair over and sat down on the edge of the bed — which didn