C785 I'm so Worried about Him

The next morning sunlight came in through the window and fell on the bedroom, on the person in the bed, making her skin as white as snow. The curtains fluttered in the wind, and the daffodils on the windowsill fluttered in the wind.

The person on the bed's eyelashes trembled lightly. Soon after, her fingers moved and her black and white eyes opened. When her eyes entered her eyes, it was white