Chapter 195



The words I had uttered earlier hung heavy in the air, and I found myself momentarily breathless. I was about to stammer an explanation when Ernest, who had been half-kneeling by the sofa, got up and said, "Dinner's ready, come have something to eat."

It was only then that I realized how tightly I had been holding onto him. It turned out that in my dream, it wasn't my parents I was clinging to, but Ernest and I had even snapped at him.

Embarrassment made me let go, and as he raised his hand, I saw the deep marks I had left on the back of his hand.

Ernest walked away, and I got up from the sofa, feeling somewhat sticky. It seemed I had broken a sweat, and my fever had subsided.

“Put this on, don't catch a cold," Ernest said, bringing over a throw blanket.

I reached out to take it, but my hands, weakened from the fever, failed to grasp it.

Ernest ended up draping it over me. He then handed me a washcloth soaked in warm water to wipe my hands.

In that moment, I felt like a small child again, being taken care of by my parents when I was sick.

on your own?" Ernest asked, setting a bowl of steaming

would have let him without hesitation. But he wasn't, and the awkwardness of

tried to scoop a spoonful

my hand,

first," I said, feeling drained after sweating

honey. It was impossible not to feel touched,

salad, beef stew, and mushroom soup. All of them were

I couldn't help but ask

there to investigate? Your

bit

things

are things only someone close to me would know

in his action of serving food, then after a moment, said, "That's what a

said it was over? Did

Besides, he had taken such good care of me... So,

you?" Ernest asked towards the

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