No matter where it was, as long as she could sleep, or get some shut-eye, it would be fine. The night was so black, so dark, so heavy, and so quiet. As moonlight shone in through the windows, it coated the walls and bed sheets in the ward in a dazzling white. Lying beside Summer was Solomon’s cold body. She was not afraid, not at all. It was her dad. Why would she be afraid? Mark did not sleep at all. He had gone to Daisy’s ward once, but she had not woken up, still unconscious. The next morning, Daisy woke up and went to see Solomon. She was heartbroken and could not stop crying. Solomon had been her husband for decades. They had gone through many trials together. Now that he was gone, how could she not be distraught? Summer had a haggard face, sunken eyes, and chapped lips. She reached out to hold Daisy, but Daisy pushed her away. There was a sense of resentment in Daisy’s eyes. Her lips were quivering, and her body trembling. She could see the resentment in her mom c
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