In the bedroom, Bonne sat by the sickbed, her eyes unblinking as she gazed at Farrias on the bed.
Farrias had completely fallen into a deep sleep, uncontrollable drool occasionally trickling out from the corner of his mouth, spilling everywhere.
The thing Bonne disliked most about Farrias was his sloppiness—poor hygiene, farting everywhere, bad breath, and despite knowing his feet stank, he wouldn't wash them—these bad habits often made Bonne nag.
Back then, seeing such a situation, Bonne would have been fuming, chasing him around with a rolling pin.
But today, Bonne didn't say anything, she just silently picked up a handkerchief and wiped away the drool spilling from Farrias' mouth.
Every drip of drool that Farrias leaked, Bonne would tirelessly wipe it away, again and again.
Looking at Farrias on the bed, Bonne couldn't help but remember their past together.
