Catherine was sleeping soundly. There was a trace of tiredness under her eyes. It showed how hard she worked every day. Her face was pale, indicating that she lost too much blood.
There was a table right beside her bed. Sebastian left the pot there. There was a medium-sized firestone under the pot that kept the pot warm. There was a chair in front of the table.
Sebastian strode forward and sat there. Putting his left elbow on the table, he leaned on his palm. Then, he gazed at her without blinking.
He recalled the time with her. When they first met and how they got along well. Most of the time, they came to fight each other. However, her every minor thing, he remembered them in detail.
Whenever he was alone, he would start thinking about her. Later, he began to notice her every move, what kind of food she liked, what color was her favorite.