Mark Reed's mouth was so sweet that hearing him say that filled Valentine Teller with warmth.
He absolutely would never have said these things before he lost his memory. Now that he'd forgotten, he had no baggage, he just said whatever came to mind to make her happy.
Sometimes, this was how she comforted herself.
It didn't matter if Mark Reed never recovered; the way he was now was actually pretty good.
After soaking in the hot spring and finishing the barbecue, it was already ten o'clock.
Dr. Wu and Anastasia Archard booked rooms at the Hot Spring Villa to stay the night, while Valentine Teller took Mark Reed and Niannian home.
She preferred sleeping at home. No matter how luxurious the hotel was, staying outside never felt like home—she couldn't relax, couldn't get comfortable.
Niannian was worn out from playing and fell into a dream on the way.
Mark Reed held Niannian in his arms, gently patting her back.
