It feels like a dream, hazy and unreal.
Is it a dream?
Why does it feel so real.
Say it's real.
But somehow it feels like a dream, the person who has been lingering in my mind for so long is actually sleeping beside me, within reach, just a meter away.
Just as Valentine is struggling to distinguish between dream and reality, the person next to her suddenly opens his eyes and turns to look at her.
Their eyes meet, a surge of electricity explodes at the intersection of their gazes, lightning-fast and crackling.
In the silent hospital room, the atmosphere becomes awkward, even the air seems to freeze, heavily pressing on their chests, making breathing difficult.
"Come over and help me," Mark suddenly raises his hand and waves at Valentine.
"Oh!" Valentine immediately turns over and gets out of bed, without the slightest hesitation, holding his hand in her palm.
This night, his hand has intertwined with hers many times.
