He's crying.
Because he found Rosie, he's happy.
Knowing she has been doing well these years.
But, once she regains her memory, will she feel a tiny bit of longing?
Even while happy, his heart also feels immensely pained.
Charles feels feverish, like a hot iron, and Rosie, who is nestled up against him, notices his unease and immediately gets up to fetch fever medication.
Just as she's about to turn, a heated hand grasps her delicate wrist. Due to the fever, Charles's eyes are red, his vision seems unfocused, giving a blurred view as he looks at her, with a few stray hairs hanging in front of his face.
Wearing a loose white t-shirt, Charles at this moment resembles a brooding youth.
He believes this is yet another absurd dream.
Yet, even in the past year, whenever he could dream of Rosie, even if just in dreams, he wished to stay with her.
"Could you... not leave?" His voice is powerless at the start, the end swallowed by him.
