"I have to go home."

Once Mark was holding the glass of water, she tried pulling her hand away, but at that moment, he felt his slender fingers tighten their grip on the glass. For a second, it seemed that he wanted to hold onto her for much longer, but in the end, he relented and pulled his arm back.

Mark drank half a glass of water.

He let out a tired sigh as he closed his eyes. His fatigue was evident from his demeanor.

Cecilia had already asked about his condition.

Although he had almost recovered, he still needed to preserve his health. As such, he wasn't allowed to smoke nor drink. He also couldn't catch a cold or develop a fever.

Noticing his slightly drenched coat, she urged softly, “Mark, take off your clothes."

Hearing this, Mark slightly opened his eyes.

Cecilia then helped him take off his coat.

She searched his coat pockets for the medicine bottle. Instead, what she found were a few candies, which were her favorites.

She stared at them for a long time as a million thoughts began racing in her mind.

Meanwhile, Mark felt as though the world around him was spinning.

He gave her hand a slight squeeze as he lethargically looked up at her.

"Cecilia, is there a chance for us to go back in the past? You can call me Uncle Mark, like you used to, and I can treat you as my little girl."

Even now that Cecilia was a mature woman, Mark still treated her as a little girl.

After saying that, Mark no longer had the energy to listen to her answer. Although his mind was only half-lucid, he still stubbornly held on to her hand. It was as though he was afraid that the moment he let go, all the warmth that he had worked so hard to build would dissipate into thin air.

The light around them was dim.

Cecilia had chosen this crystal chandelier herself-one produced in Ypsila and worth two million dollars.

She liked it very much because of its shiny and gorgeous appearance.

She thought it would look nice at home.