Cynthia stood there motionless, allowing his rough fingers to brush across her delicate cheek. After a moment, a self-deprecating smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then, without warning, he pushed her away, stumbling to the wall as he turned to glare at her. Gasping for breath, he shouted loudly,
"Get away! You heartless woman, even when I'm drunk, you won't let me go, and you torture me in my mind!"
After saying this, he turned and staggered forward, muttering to himself,
"It's all a dream, it's all a dream. Only in my dreams will she ever be this gentle with me..."
He took a few steps and found a door in front of him, kicking it open and collapsing onto the bed.
Cynthia stood there, her heart filled with mixed emotions from his words, but she was also worried he might hurt himself again. So, she followed him into the room. Seeing him collapse heavily onto the bed, she couldn't help but feel frustrated.
