For several days, Summer barely talked to Leonardo. Leonardo wasn't a talker. Since she ignored him,
he naturally wouldn't talk to her either.
Leonardo still took care of everything regarding Summer and wouldn't let anyone else do anything in
his place.
The atmosphere at home was somewhat oppressive. On the other hand, Rosie would keep Summer
company every day. Leonardo would check up on them when he could, and would not disturb them.
But Summer began to suffer from insomnia, becoming neurasthenic and unusually sensitive.
In the middle of the night, she suddenly startled from a bad dream. Leonardo was a light sleeper. He
would wake up from even her slightest movements. He gently pulled Summer into his arms without
saying anything.
Her eyes wide open in the darkness, she asked, "Is Rosie going to start school tomorrow?"
Leonardo was silent for a while before he said, "Not until in half a month."
"Really?" Summer muttered, "I remember it wrong again."
She could feel Leonardo tighten his arms around her shoulders. Summer squirmed a little. "Let me go.
You're hurting me."
Summer was so thin that it caused her discomfort when Leonardo hugged her too tightly.
Leonardo hurriedly loosened his grip. He turned on the bedside lamp, then leaned over to look at
Summer, but Summer closed her eyes.
She could feel that Leonardo was looking at her. Summer had looked in the mirror during the day. She
was so thin that her cheeks began to sink in. Her chin was only a layer of skin. She was no longer
pretty.
Thinking of this, she pulled the quilt over her face and said, "Turn off the light."
Leonardo did as she said, and the room was dark again. Only then did Summer poke her head out of
the quilt.
"Take me to the hospital." Summer could feel that Rosie had been very cautious when she talked to her
recently.
No one told Rosie what was wrong with Summer and why she was sitting in a wheelchair all the time.
Rosie had never asked. However, as Rosie's mother, Summer knew her well. Besides, Rosie was
smart and understanding. Clearly, she had figured something out.
When she was around Summer, she had been careful without asking anything. Not only Rosie, but
even Leonardo began to be cautious. They carefully protected her, who was getting more and more
sensitive.
They loved her, but Summer also loved them. She didn't want to see them like this around her.
Summer didn't know what love was when she was a child, but now that she had everything, fate had
played such a big joke on her.
Leonardo didn't say anything for a long while, so Summer said, "Leonardo, you have to promise me."
On the bright side, her current situation could still do her some good. At the very least, Leonardo, who
had been domineering and arbitrary in the past, basically would agree to her in everything out of fear
for her health.
He just wanted her to be happy, and was afraid that a bad mood would affect her recovery.
"I will arrange it."
Leonardo made a compromise, his voice hoarse and sad in the night.
Summer closed her eyes and said sleepily, "Okay, go to sleep."
Leonardo gently reached out and hugged her again, not daring to exert much strength.
He leaned closer to her, listening to her light breathing. Only when it became even and slow, indicating
she was sound asleep, did Leonardo lift the quilt and get out of the bed.
He took care with every move not to alert Summer in the slightest.
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