This time her dream was the bloodiest. It was probably because she had too much mental pressure.
"Don't be afraid, dreams are fake." Eric wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Do you remember what day is tomorrow?"
"Pregnancy test."
"It's also Valentine's Day."
Crystal pressed her lips lightly and said nothing.
"Go back to sleep." He tucked the quilt for her and sat on the edge of the bed.
Crystal turned her back to him, not wanting to see his face.
Even so, she could still feel his gaze at her. She asked indifferently, "Why are you still here?"
"I'll accompany you."
"...I don't need your company."
"Darling, can't you be a little gentler to me? Why do you have to treat me so coldly?" Eric's voice sounded still frivolous, but if people listened to it carefully, they would hear the loneliness in it.