She was very annoyed now; if she really spoke up, how would she face him in the hospital later?
She covered her face, deeply regretting.
She wasn't the young girl in her early twenties anymore! How could she have such dreams? How could she beg for his pity in her dreams like she used to?
But what can one do to control dreams?
Perhaps it was because those things from the past were deeply etched in her memory...
During the days she spent with him, her favorite time was the night; only then did she feel slightly closer to him.