Chapter 138 The Softness Of Love

• "William Blake" doesn't know how he feels about Mallory, and the more he tries to figure it out, the more unclear it becomes. After his mother's words just now, he felt even more certain in his heart, perhaps understanding the type of emotion it was.
• He tried to lighten his steps, slowly walking step by step to Mallory's bedside, looking down at her lying in the bed. The hospital's sharp smell of disinfectant pierced his nostrils, the white bedsheets framing her face even paler and more pitiful, like the princesses in fairy tales.
• Her beauty was the most extraordinary he had ever seen, even among the current popular movie stars, she wouldn't fall short. And she was so young, only seventeen, her features not fully developed yet, her face still with a hint of baby fat; surely, as she grew older, she would be stunning.