Actually, Fang Hong always thought she looked better with this head of golden hair, more like herself, beautiful as if from a fairy tale.
The coat draped over Hilveld had already fallen halfway, revealing her delicate shoulders beneath, with only a thin shirt inside. The girl's snow-white neck faintly visible under the light.
Fang Hong suddenly felt a bit guilty, discreetly shifting his gaze, walked over, and convinced himself it was just out of kindness, picking up the coat and covering her again.
But Hilveld seemed to remain alert, sensing someone approaching, she grabbed Fang Hong's hand—startling him. Fang Hong instinctively wanted to pull back, but found that Miss Ship's Officer hadn't woken up, merely holding his hand against her cheek, mumbling something softly.
But Fang Hong didn't quite catch it.
