Anicia was trying her best to fall asleep, but every time she closed her eyes, the images of the corpses haunted her endlessly, and she felt like crying.
Anicia tilted her head turning to her right completely as she saw the 'pillow wall' and Ethan who was lying peacefully on the bed, although she could only see his back—she could feel that he had no trouble sleeping.
'Does he truly not feel afraid? How can he fall asleep so easily despite all that happened?' Anicia thought to herself in puzzlement.
Suddenly the image of Ethan shouting at her calmly with a firm voice to wake her up from the daze entered her mind as she stared at his reliable back.
'He was so calm back then… While i- I almost became a burden to him. How is he so mature?' She wandered dwelling in her insecurities feeling inferior.
"Hey!" She muttered wanting to ask something that had been on her mind ever since.
"Hey!"
"What?" Ethan asked as he sighed helplessly.
