She parted her slightly sore lips and began to speak in her gentle and pleasant voice.
"It'll be okay soon..."
Noah Drexler didn't say a word, just leaned on her, his chin resting on her shoulder, his warm breath spraying on her neck...
She paused for a moment, then continued speaking.
"Noah Drexler, once you recover, I won't make you angry anymore!"
When he recovered, she wouldn't upset him, wouldn't do anything to make him angry anymore.
"In the future, we'll live well..." As she said this, Summer Shawcross's eyes flickered, and she suddenly spoke with some longing.
"I also want to keep two dogs at home... and maybe have two children... that way... you and I will both have a warm home."
In her previous life, she spent her whole life searching for warmth, mistakenly believing that such a cold man could never offer what she wanted.
Back then she was naive, blinded by some false things, but now she realized that what she always wanted was right within her reach.
