In the room, he put her gently on the bed. "It’s late. You need a good sleep first," he said gently.
She looked so tired, like a delicate flower. It seemed as if she would break down by a single touch.
Seeing that he seemed to want to leave, Alessa unconsciously grabbed him by the hand, eyes firmly fixing on him, "Brian, lull me to sleep..." She said softly and somewhat reasonably.
He was her husband. They had already applied for the marriage license and they only needed a ceremony now. He was her man. Why couldn’t she reasonably ask him to lull her to sleep?
She was qualified to make such a request! The thought made her less shy.
She feared that he would leave her alone again.
On these nights she was waiting for him, she had pictured the scene when he came back. She would blame him,
