Chapter 21:

But as he reached out, it seemed he couldn't grasp anything.

He aimlessly wanted to hold onto something until he could firmly grasp something warm, he felt a little more grounded, and his breathing became stable again. Opening his eyes, a drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He looked out the window and saw that the sunlight had advanced significantly, and the curtains had been drawn. He woke up a bit late today.

Clasping his hand tightly, he discovered that he was holding a small needle, and he also noticed Demi Moore's intense gaze directed at him.

"I was dreaming, huh..." He suddenly smiled, feeling a bit embarrassed. Demi Moore nodded gently, lightly patting the back of Ace's hand. Ace sat up, still holding onto her hand tightly as if she were his lifeline. The dream felt real; did it contain something about the lost memories?

He wanted to know, but he was afraid to find out.

"What did you dream about?" Demi Moore wrote in the palm of his hand. Looking straight into his eyes, she saw a calm clarity in them, which made her feel a little relieved. He scared her just now! She had barely fallen asleep when she heard him moaning and writhing in agony, his hands reaching out into the air as if trying to grasp something, appearing extremely distressed. She tightly held his hand, feeling the pain in her heart. Could it be a nightmare he encountered?

"Nothing." Ace shook his head, instinctively choosing not to reveal the truth. With each passing day, he had learned so much, as if he were questioning himself. Perhaps his mental abilities weren't fully developed, but he had started to understand how to treat himself and Demi Moore in the best way possible.

He didn't want to worry her; seeing her scared would make him uncomfortable.

Isn't that right? Demi Moore slightly loosened her grip, knowing he was hiding something, but she didn't ask any further.

He would do it in his own time if he wanted to talk. "Demi, what should I eat now? I'm so hungry."

Demi Moore pondered momentarily and wrote on his hand: 'Everything is ready; we'll eat after you finish washing up, then I'll take Ace out.'

Go out? Ace furrowed his beautiful eyebrows. "Why go out?"

"We'll go out for a little while, or else you'll feel stuffy." Demi Moore adjusted the lock of hair on his forehead. Just waking up, his hair was messy, making him look like a bit of a bird's nest.

Ace playfully ran his finger through her hair, enjoying the sensation but still hesitant about going outside. He didn't like what happened that day; he didn't like how others looked at him; there was something different in their gazes, whether it was agreement or disdain.

In reality, he didn't mind feeling stuffy; the TV said it would be fine if he got some sunlight. But when he saw the mischievous gleam in Demi Moore's eyes, he couldn't refuse! Forget it; it's just going out for a while; if he goes, he won't pay attention to others.

Demi Moore placed the food on the table. They ate very simply, without any meat or fish, light and plain food. But Ace still enjoyed it and had to eat two bowls of rice to be satisfied.

Ace sat across from Demi Moore, and the thing that made him happiest every day was eating with her at the same table. Therefore, he wanted to be with Demi forever, never to be separated.

"Demi, Ace will eat with you for a lifetime." He put down his bowl, his gaze serious.

Demi Moore paused for a moment, then nodded gently. Ace understood her intention and happily picked up the bowl to continue eating, not noticing the intense admiration in her eyes. A lifetime? That's quite long. If possible, she didn't want it to be a lifetime because that would mean Ace would be foolish forever. She truly hoped he could recover, and even if he left this place, she at least knew he would be happy somewhere.

After finishing the meal, Demi Moore tidied up the bowls and chopsticks, instructing Ace to dress neatly for their outing later. Since buying clothes the day before, this would be the first time Ace left the house.

Ace felt uneasy for half a day. He stood at the door, looking at the excessively bright sky, and still didn't feel like going outside. But when he saw Demi Moore's eager gaze, he couldn't refuse.

Demi Moore chuckled at Ace's reluctant expression, feeling a nameless joy. This emotion attracted her.

Going outside was a breath of fresh air. Inhaling and exhaling, the refreshing feeling, made one feel comfortable. Perhaps it was because there was someone else accompanying her.

Ace firmly held Demi Moore's hand as if afraid of being abandoned. His mind was somewhat unsettled. She should expose him to the outside world sooner. Although he felt comfortable at home, one must face challenges to grow. She could care for him for a lifetime, but seeing him like this made her heartache.

"Demi, I don't like this place." Ace frowned involuntarily, his lips tightly pursed. He still couldn't ignore the gazes of those people. They made him feel as if he was wearing nothing, extremely uncomfortable.

Demi Moore stopped and let go of his hand, writing: 'They are looking at Ace because Ace is very handsome. Anyone with good looks will attract the attention of others, so now they admire Ace. Ace should feel proud, and I'm proud too.'

Demi Moore silently encouraged him, which made him loosen his eyebrows. It turned out that they looked at him because he was handsome; he slightly raised his chin and narrowed his eyes, causing the girl standing around to start blushing. This man is beautiful!

"It's fine if Demi likes it." Ace turned his head, not too pleased, but Demi said she was proud, so he felt more relaxed inside. But I still don't like people looking at me like that; some emotions are spontaneous and can't be changed.

Demi Moore arched her eyes, revealing a gentle smile that moved people. A man and a woman, a handsome man, a meek beautiful girl, highly suitable to each other, walk side by side like a couple of longtime lovers, making others admire and marvel.

The sky was spotless, the sun was as clear as water, and a slight breeze blew around; Demi Moore pulled Ace's hand and walked silently; the corner of her lips always brought a small smile. They moved forward very slowly, but Ace was already starting to feel comfortable. Crowded places were not as scary as he thought; very quickly, his mood also improved; from the corner of his eyes, from the tail of his eyebrows to every hair, he began to feel that he was in high spirits.

A little smile doesn't need to be hidden.

The sun is always hot and, moreover, can also be intoxicating. As long as you are willing, you will feel it.

"Demi, this place is enjoyable; I will return daily." His low-pitched tone was magnetic, but when he said it, he carried some childish parts, allowing others to see that there was something different about him quickly.

She nodded gently, holding his hand a little tighter, her eyes looking ahead with panic.

There was not a single cloud in the sky; the sun also softened a lot, and it felt like all colors were blown away by the wind. There was a slight pain in her heart, she wanted to open her eyes wide to look at the sun, but she felt that tears were about to overflow.

Such a simple handshake seemed always to be what she wanted. After all, it's just a simple girl; she doesn't want much; she didn't have the opportunity to know before, so being able to hold someone's hand would be such happiness.

After more than two years of marriage with Tom Hulce, thinking about it now is like a dream; waking up, he also left. That excellent man, of course, doesn't belong to her.

He treated her not badly, even considered a good husband. He gives her a family, a life without worrying about clothes, gives her gifts on her birthday, and gives her random sweet words to make her happy all day, sometimes so pleased that the whole night won't be able to sleep. Although he didn't spend much time with her, she wanted to be satisfied.

Now that I think about it, it was all because she had made a vain dream. The time he spends with her is less, not only because of work but also because of another girl, the girl he loves. Maybe to him, she was just as valuable a little bit of time, wasn't she?

Right now, he didn't need her, and she didn't need him either.

"Hey, that's the dumb one, isn't it?" A clear voice entered their ears at some point, causing Demi Moore to stop suddenly. She can speak, but now she is speechless, so it's not wrong; she is mute.

She knows why it is still painful.

She smiled bitterly, but the voice still didn't intend to stop, continuing to spread, flying out in the wind, clearly breaking the rules. She wanted to ignore it, but there was no way she couldn't hear it.

"That's right, a mute; how could that man be liked? You see, he seems to be a half-blood; he's handsome, but standing beside her doesn't feel right!" He looks disgruntled, but jealousy from within can also be easily heard.

A typical example of the sentence is that if you can't eat grapes, say green grapes.

Ace stopped walking; his mental strength was a bit lacking, doesn't mean he was an idiot, let alone that sentence aimed at them so clearly.

Demi Moore also stopped and looked up at Ace; she pulled his hand a little, and Ace turned to look at her, his eyes softer.

"Demi just doesn't speak, not mute; Ace can hear Demi's voice here." He pointed to his chest; he could hear her voice, so his Demi wasn't dumb.