But he knew he couldn't change anything for now.

Nevertheless, he would never give up as long as he was breathing.

Even if Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn't survive and have her back... He would never regret.

He was determined to stay strong and fight his fate.

Right now, he was finding it difficult to go back to sleep.

So he sat up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much Edwin liked them.

In fact, Edwin once told Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in a blink of an eye.

Edwin said he wanted to go there because he missed him.

That silly boy. Mark's pale fingers trembled as he thought of his son.

Eventually, Peter came back to the hospital room.

He had run into a snowstorm on his way, so he was practically shivering.

"Seems like I'm just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm," he said to his boss with a smile.

But just then, he saw the paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed his lips.

Mark neatly arranged the paper planes and smiled at him, "Okay then.

I'll have some of your pumpkin pies."

But Mark only actually took a Little bite.

It was not more than a spoonful.

After putting it in his mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt sick.

He narrowed his eyes and looked outside.

“I really want to go back home and have a family reunion," he said wistfully.