Alice Smith was somewhat dazed, with one pale hand always resting on her stomach, little by little recalling scenes from back then through the familiar pain that seemed to start from her chest.
Her eyes were wide open, filled with a mist of water in her eye sockets.
But her gaze remained fixed straight ahead, unfocused, without blinking for a long while, which made one feel an indescribable sense of pain.
Shane Winchester was silent for a long time, like a prisoner waiting for the death penalty to be announced, not defending or appealing, just quietly waiting in that way.
Time passed by every minute and every second, with no knowledge of how much time had passed.
Just knowing that the originally slightly hazy sun had gradually climbed to the top of the sky, the sunlight seemed a bit warmer, but couldn't dispel the surrounding coldness enveloping the two people.
Alice Smith's eyelashes finally fluttered, and her focus gradually gathered on Shane Winchester.
