Mary Kinson's sleep was always very shallow, and she was in a strange environment. The whole person was agitated, and she turned over when she heard the slightest movement.
Pushing open the door, she saw William Black, who was neatly dressed.
A black, messy hair just covered his front eyebrow, and a pair of dark, deep eyes looked like an abyss.
Mary Kinson frowned slightly and walked towards him, "Can't you take a rest?"
William Black slumped, "Well, I've to get ready for the music recital tonight."
Mary Kinson was concerned about his wound, but she also knew she couldn't stop him. She could only take care of him in other ways, "Then I'll go with you?"
William Black let out a fleeting light in his eyes.
He took a few steps toward her, and the tall figure almost obscured all the ligh
