Chapter 385
Until that tall, slender figure stood by the bed, and a soft sigh rang out above her, she finally came back to her senses.
“Crying so sadly, are you crying tears of joy because you’re so happy to see me p>
A teasing, low laugh sounded, and the next second, fingers with a hint of coolness fell to the corner of her eyes.
Matthew Saxon’s fingertips touched her warm tears, and he sighed lowly again, “Already quite ugly, and crying like this makes it even worse, Scarlett, why do you always make yourself so miserable p>
“Matthew Saxon Scarlett suddenly stopped crying.
She blinked, her eyes still brimming with tears widened, staring blankly at Matthew Saxon, with a look of confusion and joy in her eyes, “It’s you p>
“Yes, it’s me.” Matthew’s Peach Blossom Eyes slightly curved, his brow carried a smile, and he slowly sat down by the bed.
He wiped away the tear stains from the corners of her eyes and face little by little, until all the places that had been wetted by tears were dry, and then he tossed aside the handkerchief that was still scented.
Then, he grasped her icy hand.
His long, slender fingers, distinctly jointed, slowly closed around her small hand, “Why are you crying p>
Scarlett seemed to have lost her soul, staring at him in a daze for a long time, so long that she began to think he was somehow different from the person in her illusion before she blinked in confusion and, with a cautious and frightened tone, asked, “Matthew, tell me, am I dreaming? Or is all of this just my illusion p>
“Are you going to disappear again in a moment p>
Just like many times before, appearing suddenly to give her hope, and then disappearing, leaving her in despair.
However, whether or not he truly exists, being able to see him at this moment actually made her feel quite happy inside.
She was almost dying.
To see the person she wanted to see before she died, even if it was an illusion, was beautiful.
“Why do you say that?” Matthew’s eyes flickered slightly, holding her icy small hand more tightly.
“I know, this must be my illusion.” Scarlett laboriously tugged at the corners of her lips, squeezing out a smile with great effort, “I must be close to death, actually, the feeling before death isn’t all that bad, but I’m still a little scared, what do you think happens to a person after they die? Is there really a soul p>
“Do you feel you’re near death?” Matthew seemed to finally understand why she was saying these strange things.
“Yes.” Scarlett nodded, smiling weakly, “See, this room is so beautiful, so warm, it’s as wonderful as heaven, if I weren’t about to die, why would I be in a place like this p>
“I know this is all my illusion, and you’re my illusion too, but it’s so strange, why is the person I most want to see before I die actually you p>
She seemed genuinely puzzled, blinking, her expression confused and bewildered.
Matthew didn’t speak, just quietly looked at her.
His black, profound eyes, like glass beads, focused on her, unlike his usual playful and teasing gaze, it was uncommonly serious and gentle.
Scarlett thought, since she’s going to die anyway, there’s nothing to fear, and for the first time she seriously examined him, her gaze direct and frank.
First she studied his eyebrows, then his long, deep Peach Blossom Eyes, then his high nose bridge, his thin, beautiful lips, and finally the graceful, charming arc of his jaw.