The life she looks forward to is also what Alex Brown dreams of.
"It will be soon." Alex Brown palm stroked her hair tenderly, his voice low and firm.
Emma Rosy nodded vigorously, she believed, from now on she would trust him completely, no more temper tantrums and cold wars like before, pushing him further and further away.
They of them lingered for a while longer, exhausted and chilled, and Alex Brown couldn't hold it together and coughed a few times, before Emma Rosy came back to her senses, stood up straight and made a move to push him back.
"It's too cold outside, isn't it? It's my fault for being careless, you've just recovered a bit, what if you catch a cold and get sick again?"
Alex Brown held her hand and shook his head, "Don't listen to Eric Chan's nonsense, your husband is not that fragile."