Her thoughts lead her to worry as it grew while she placed down the tray and glimpsed at the bed nearby. The beast was asleep, breathing heavily in inhibited rage. She went to him and covered a blanket from waist to feet before heading to the other end of the room to open the window for better ventilation.
The spring breeze hushed as it sneaked into the room curiously with the grooving curtains.
Under better lighting she scanned the table next to the bed where cigarette butts and empty wine bottles were scattered. She grasped her collars in sympathy and agony for this man with a broken heart.
She walked back to the bed, bent down, "Huo Yunting, are you awake?"
The man rolled to the other side.