Alexander's POV
Crimson blood flowed continuously into Rainie's body through the slender tube from the blood bag.
Yet, her face remained as pallid as ever, like the white mist that could be dispersed at any moment on a morning breeze.
I pursed my lips and gently brushed my fingers across her face, so cold.
When I arrived, her cheeks were stained with large patches of blood, but now they were clean and smooth, as if a gemstone had been polished.
My fingers lingered downward, reaching her round earlobes.
I remembered this was one of her sensitive spots; every time I touched her here, she instinctively craned her neck, her face blushing gradually.
However, her eyes always held an unshakable sense of detachment and disdain.
Thinking about it made me feel as if a hand had grasped my hea
