Rosie stared blankly at Blake for a long time. She had some words bottled up in her heart for a long time about that strange dream she wanted to discuss with him, but feared he'd overthink.
Moreover, before this, Rosie had never clearly seen the face of the man in the dream, so she kept it buried inside until after being administered anesthesia on the operating table, she finally saw it clearly.
Clear as day.
The man's face.
Very familiar.
Yet she didn't recognize him.
This feeling was very strange. She asked Blake several times, "Why aren't we returning to the country?"
"I want to see my parents."
"Or maybe, see your parents."
Every time Blake's eyes would dodge as he used words to muddle past.
And now, at this stage, when Rosie asked Blake what name to give the child?
A trace of panic flashed across his face again.
Why did he have this expression?
"Blake, are you hiding something from me?" Rosie guessed.
