Xiu Wanxue's tears fell from her eyes. The long butterfly eyelashes were wet by the tears.
"My master, wake up." Shui Yin's white finger, which was as white as the white onion, wiped her tears gently. He was very careful not to scratch her face with his nails.
When he saw her tears, his heart seemed to be cut by the tip of the sharp sword. He shook her small body gently and hugged her tighter.
When Xiu Wanxue woke up, her eyes were dull and lost their focus. Soon, she regained her sanity as her ruby eyes began to be full of spirit.
"A'Yin, how long did I fall asleep?" She kneaded her head in pain. When she felt her wet cheeks, she wiped away the tears that didn't stop falling.
"It's been ten minutes, my master." He caressed her head.
Ten minutes… Xiu Wanxue squeezed her lips. She slept for ten minutes, yet she felt as if she had been sleeping for a long time. So long that she witnessed that sad dream.