It was currently snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the snow white world outside.

But if an individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be very boring.

Mark stood by the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown look large.

The doctor had almost given up on him.

But Mark was still alive. He had lived two months longer than the doctor predicted.

Peter was standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine in his hand.

"It's time for you to take the medicine," Peter reminded him in a low voice.

But Mark seemed like he had not heard him.

He just stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year's Day. It must be very lively at home."

Peter's nose twitched when he heard this.

He immediately broke into a smile and said, "Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite meat balls."

"It's also her favorite food," Mark whispered.

Peter didn't know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, "How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been born by now."

When Mark heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket for his phone.

But then, he stopped and shook his head.

Throughout yesterday, he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she hated her.

“No, I better not call her," he said to Peter.

He didn't have to give Cecilia too much hope.

Peter was very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water and drugs.

"Please take your medicine.