NovelBarCecilia’s behavior was much like that of Alexis.
She would look at him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got caught staring.
In fact, this Cecilia in his dream was so lively.
She nestled in his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame you anymore.”
At this point, Mark woke up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe walls of the hospital room were white, just like the snowy environment outside.
Mark gently closed his eyes again.
He felt he needed to have more sleep.
It was warm in the ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a hopeless one.
Peter had probably gone to buy the pumpkin pies by now.
Only a plump foreign nurse was in the ward.
Mark really wanted to return home. He missed his home so much.
He missed those wisteria flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used to live with Cecilia.
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.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRight 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.
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