"Mabel, you are my dream..." he said. How much did he love her? As much as he felt that this was like a dream, a supremely sweet dream.
Meeting her, falling in love with her, everything seemed so natural.
If this truly was a dream, then he wished this dream would never end.
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Owen Finley looked at Daniel Harris, who lay on the hospital bed asleep from the sedative, and couldn't help sighing. He thought about earlier when he rushed to Morningstar, only to see Daniel sitting curled up in a chair.
When he approached, intending to persuade Daniel to return to the hospital, Daniel suddenly lifted his head. Owen could only see that familiar face covered in tears.
At that moment, he was shocked. This was the first time he had seen Daniel crying like this in so many years. He had never imagined that a man like Daniel Harris would cry like that.
