I gradually lost strength. A large amount of seawater had been poured into my nasal cavity. My body sank heavily towards the depths of the sea.
I had a slight cold, and I could be discharged from the hospital early the next morning.
Upon entering the living room, I saw Easton wearing an apron and cooking pumpkin soup in the kitchen.
When he turned around and saw me, he was stunned for a moment. Then he said, "I'm sorry about yesterday."
I pursed my lips silently, staring at the boiling pumpkin soup in the pot.
Pumpkin soup was never my thing.
I instantly understood whom he was cooking for.
I looked away and asked, "I want to talk to you about something. Are you free tonight?"
Easton frowned slightly as if thinking about something. Then he replied after a while, "Yes."
I nodded and turned to go upstairs.
The night came.
I sat in the living room from seven p.m. until half past midnight, but Easton wasn't seen.
Just as I was about to go back to my room to go to bed, I heard a noise coming from the entrance.
Easton looked tired. He must have rushed back.
He said, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
I looked up at him and said, 'It's good to have you back.'