She wanted to ask something more, but the sound of Matthew's breathing came to her ears.

He seemed to be so tired that he just hugged her and actually fell asleep.

His lips were thin and pursed so quietly, like a sharp knife.

Serena reached out and brushed her fingers over his lips.

This face is exactly the same as Maxwell, but the temperament is very different.

Maxwell was wild and evil, a poppy blooming in the night, but Matthew was like a snow lotus on a high mountain that one could not bear to desecrate.

But when they closed their eyes, she couldn't tell them apart.

She tried to...