For several days, Summer barely talked to Leonardo. Leonardo wasn't a talker. Since she ignored him, he naturally wouldn't talk to her either.
Leonardo still took care of everything regarding Summer and wouldn't let anyone else do anything in his place.
The atmosphere at home was somewhat oppressive. On the other hand, Rosie would keep Summer company every day. Leonardo would check up on them when he could, and would not disturb them.
But Summer began to suffer from insomnia, becoming neurasthenic and unusually sensitive.
In the middle of the night, she suddenly startled from a bad dream. Leonardo was a light sleeper. He would wake up from even her slightest movements. He gently pulled Summer into his arms without saying anything.
Her eyes wide open in the darkness, she asked, "Is Rosie going to start school tomorrow?"
Leonardo was silent for a while before he said, "Not until in half a month."
"Really?" Summer muttered, "I remember it wrong again."
She could feel Leonardo tighten his arms around her shoulders. Summer squirmed a little. "Let me go. You're hurting me."
Summer was so thin that it caused her discomfort when Leonardo hugged her too tightly.
Leonardo hurriedly loosened his grip. He turned on the bedside lamp, then leaned over to look at Summer, but Summer closed her eyes.
She could feel that Leonardo was looking at her. Summer had looked in the mirror during the day. She was so thin that her cheeks began to sink in. Her chin was only a layer of skin. She was no longer pretty.
Thinking of this, she pulled the quilt over her face and said, "Turn off the light."
Leonardo did as she said, and the room was dark again. Only then did Summer poke her head out of the quilt.
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