One would only treasure the things one had after losing them.
At this moment, Sonia came to this deep realization. If it were her from the past, she would have never accepted this hard, wooden bed. With Sonia's and Lilian's identities, they should be sleeping on the soft, fragrant, and warm feather-made bedding and bed—not this hard, wooden bed with a straw mattress made from weeds. Even though it was clean from bugs, there was still a distasteful scent wafting from the thin blanket. If it were in the past, Sonia wouldn't have given it a second look. But now…
