The soft big bed in the hotel, Asher Land tossed and turned, yet couldn't fall asleep.
A man, perhaps shouldn't be so indecisive, lingering between two women, should he?
He should have been determined to be with Sophie Smith, but his recurring illness has become the biggest obstacle. Perhaps he is afraid, what if someday this so-called illness takes his life?
He is not afraid of death; he is just afraid that his death will cause her greater pain.
Indeed, these past four years have changed him a lot.
...
The next morning, Sophie was awakened by a successive series of knocks on the door.
Sophie was deeply asleep, a bit dazed as she got out of bed, stretched lazily, not even wearing shoes, and ran to open the door.
"Asher Land..."
Sophie rubbed her eyes, wondering what time it was, and why he came so early?
"I have something to tell you."
"Ah?"
Sophie tried to open her eyes wide, keeping her mind clear, "What do you want to say...?"
