Chapter 681

Sabrina froze for a moment, thinking he had recognized her. But when she looked up, he was still deeply asleep. Even as he turned over, he murmured her name. She sat on the carpet beside the bed, gazing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Fireworks lit up the night sky, but all she could hear was his soft, restless whispering. ... Nelson had a beautiful dream. In the dream, he lost his temper and threw his food. What was the point of eating when he was blind? What was the point of anything? When the door opened again, he snapped, "Get out!" But he knew that person hadn't left. She was standing right at the door. She waited for a long time before stepping inside. He heard soft, measured footsteps. He also heard the sound of dishes being placed on the table, one after another. He waited, but no one spoke. His irritation grew. "What are you doing? Why aren't you saying anything? Are you here to laugh at me?" Still, there was no response. In the silence, his anger felt absurd