And quickly turned his head to look at his wife lying on the bed.

She was still sound asleep, breathing gently.

Enduring the pain that he felt in various parts of his body as he moved, he slowly emptied the glass of water.

‘Can you tell her that it’s not from me but from Cedric?’

‘It’s not serious, just a little. It seems I’m not compatible with the rose fragrance.’

As he recalled, he gripped the glass in his hand as if he would shatter it.

“Ugh…….”

He spat out a groan at a sudden sharp pain that seemed to pierce his heart.

Cedric, who had slightly hunched over, straightened up and headed towards the bed.

Standing still, he silently took in the sight of his sleeping wife.

The image of her collapsing over the table where the glass vase was placed sent a chilling sensation over him.

“Huu.”

He let out a deep sigh as he was about to climb onto the bed.

“Uhm…. No… Don’t.”

Lamein twisted her lying body, letting out a voice like a moan.

He fixed his gaze on Lamein’s face, which was twisted in agony.

“Don’t… come. Please…”

Her beautifully curled eyelashes trembled as if terrified.

“…Lamein.”

He called her name softly as he climbed onto the bed.

“Please…. sob…”

Cedric, who had stood up to face her, couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

“Sob. Sob.”

Tears flowed down her cheeks with her mournful sobs.

“Lame…”

Cedric, who had called her, wiped away his voice.

His trembling lips, twisted as if to swallow a sob, stayed tightly shut.

What dream are you dreaming?

…That you cry like this.

What is so terrifying?

That you won’t even tell me.

He let out a short sigh, slowly lifting the hand he had placed between her and him.

And he reached out carefully towards her face.

Following the trail of tears.

His fingertips became damp as they moved upward, against the flow of tears.

“Uh…”

Her small body squirmed as if reacting to the faint sensation.

He stared quietly at his wife, his breath and all movement stopped.

A moment of silence passed.

Her long eyes, which had been creased with anxiety and hid her violet pupils, spread out beautifully as if they had met a peaceful wind.

‘Does she not dream anymore?’

He tilted his head slightly closer and looked into her small face.
The breaths that did not mesh together were tangled at a distance.

The fingers that were gently touching the corner of her eyes, he looked down on her cheek as he tried to pull them away.

A few strands of blonde hair that had flowed down from her forehead were tickling and falling on her cheeks and lips.

A breath that was faintly exhaled as if she had been crying.

While looking at the swaying hair as if brushed by the wind, he gently harbored a smile at the corner of his mouth.

The fingertips that had stopped began to move again.

If touched with a snap, it would break.

It was then, as he was carefully stroking her cheek like caressing a thin layer of glass.

“Umm…….”

The ticklish touch that wraps around the waist.

The warm breath that spreads down the nape of the neck.

At the sudden warm and soft sensation that ripped through his arms.

“……!”

Cedric stopped breathing for a moment.