Aimee’s pov
No matter what I say to the little guy, he always keeps his mouth closed, just nods or shakes his head.
It's hard to coax the little guy to sleep by telling a story. I'm tired too.
The little guy grabbed my clothes and wouldn't let go. I simply took a chair and lay down beside the hospital bed to sleep.
The next morning, when I woke up, I was wearing a windbreaker coat.
Don't think about it. I know it was Penn who put it on me when I fell asleep last night.
I sat up and subconsciously looked for the figure of the man in the ward, but I didn't find it.
I don't know why, but I feel empty.
Just when I was out of my mind, there was a sound of opening the door at the door of the ward. I looked back and saw that the man came in with only a shirt and a little haggard on his fa
