They both closed their eyes. Yet, neither of them could escape their thoughts.

Neither of them could fall asleep. Both pretended to sleep.

In the morning, Laura was the first one to wake up.

She looked directly at the man's face, which was right in front of hers.

He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was incredibly patient, caring, and loving towards her.

She reached out gently to touch his face.

Feeling her touch, Morrison opened his eyes. His dark eyes looked sleepy just after he woke up. In a hoarse voice, he asked, “Are you awake?"

Laura withdrew her hand and nodded slightly.

Morrison stood up and asked, “Are you hungry? I'm going to get breakfast. What would you like to eat?"

When they were at home, Morrison made it a routine to go out early every morning to buy breakfast.

He wasn't good at cooking. So he picked up various breakfast foods from outside daily.

He once heard from colleagues about a shop selling delicious and fresh sandwiches and bread, so he would drive forty or fifty kilometers just to get them for her.

Though it seemed like a small gesture.

It demonstrated his readiness to show his love through actions.

The most precious thing was his willingness to look after her and do everything for her.

Laura shook her head, "Not yet."

Morrison got dressed and said, “Let's visit your friend today and see how things are going."

Laura nodded and said, "Okay, but it's still early now. I'll call her later."

“Okay," Morrison responded.

Laura also got up.