Afterwards, you can go to bed. I'll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake up."

Mark took the medicines from him and swallowed them without a word.

Then he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the medical equipment.

After she was done, Mark looked sideways at the tubes.

Slowly, his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally fell asleep.

It was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was about Cecilia.

He dreamed of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was still young.

Cecilia's behavior was much like that of Alexis.

She would look at him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark" when she got caught staring.

In fact, this Cecilia in his dream was so lively.

She nestled in his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don't blame you anymore."

At this point, Mark woke up.

The walls of the hospital room were white, just like the snowy environment outside.

Mark gently closed his eyes again.

He felt he needed to have more sleep.

It was warm in the ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a hopeless one.

Peter had probably gone to buy the pumpkin pies by now.

Only a plump foreign nurse was in the ward.

Mark really wanted to return home. He missed his home so much.

He missed those wisteria flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used to live with Cecilia.