At noon the next day, when The Sun had climbed to the middle of the sky, Xolotl finally woke in a daze. In that moment, he sat blankly on the cotton blanket, looked at the bite marks already scabbed over on his chest, then looked at his wife curled up like a young girl, and for once, his heart felt a kind of peace. He believed that Alisa, here beside him, was still the continuation of his soul.
"Alisa, my love..."
Xolotl sat quietly for a while, gazing at his breathtakingly beautiful beloved. A moment later, he lowered his head and gently kissed the tear-streaked corner of her eye, then kissed those red lips that had not yet healed.
"My wife... all these years, you've been wronged..."
Xolotl reached out, moving gently as he stroked the only wife he loved with all his heart. Within his upright chest, a deep, throbbing love he had never felt before gradually echoed. It was like a clay jar filled with fruit juice that, over the long years, had finally brewed its sour-sweet flavor into fine wine. And after drinking this cup of peaceful fruit wine, he was finally able to recover his reason, barely, and begin seriously thinking about what came next.
"Ah! Xolotl... you... you're awake!... Mm... are you feeling better?..."
A moment later, as if linked heart to heart, Alisa, her eyes misty, woke from the lingering dream of the sea. At that moment, she carefully reached out and pulled her husband tightly into her arms, murmuring in satisfaction.
"Xolotl, being able to hold you, to press against your chest... it's so good!... Your heartbeat isn't as wild as last night, and your body isn't as hot anymore... so good!..."
"Mm, I'm fine... Alisa, you don't need to worry..."
Xolotl nodded