Dylan's POVI had a hard time stopping my sneeze, and I grabbed the tissue Bernie gave me and covered my nose. My mother hastily pushed the door in. She reluctantly said: "I forgot to turn on the smoke machine. Hurry up!""What happened, Bernie?" Miss Lily immediately followed. As soon as she saw my pitiful face, she was so surprised that her eyes widened: "Dylan, what's wrong with you? Did Bernie bully you? You must tell us if he bullies you, and I'll re-educate Bernie!"I quickly waved my hand, then walked out of the kitchen with Bernie. After turning on the smoke extraction system, my mother replied, "Don't worry, Lily! Since Dylan can't stand the smell of oil smoke, his nose is a bit sensitive."She said, "oh," and then followed us outside. At this time, my father also changed into comfortable clothes at home. He took my place to welcome the White family. But because of that, I couldn't ask Bernie why he kept hiding from me for so long. After that meal, my family and Bernie became

Bernie's POV "If you're sleepy, just let me go shopping with mom." I helped Dylan wash the towels, then looked out of the bedroom. Dylan was still reclined in his bed. If it weren't for his eyes on me, I would have thought he was dozing. "If you wake up later, come over to my house. My mother misses you so much!" Dylan froze for a moment, then replied, "I'm fine! I promised my mother yesterday that she would be angry if I didn't come with her this morning!" I reluctantly watched Dylan enter the bathroom. He took the towel from my hand. "Don't worry! I had enough sleep last night. I feel a little sluggish.” After saying that, Dylan smiled and kissed me on the cheek: "We haven't gone for a walk in a long time. Let's take this opportunity to take a look around the neighborhood!" "I will listen to you." I smiled back at his kiss, "Oh yeah, dad said, it looks like there's going to be a big storm in the next few days." "Is that so?" Dylan frowned slightly, "Then I'll ask Mom to go home

Bernie's POV"What are you thinking about?" Dylan pushed my shoulder, and I looked at him in shock. Dylan frowned inexplicably. He pulled me inside: "You pay attention to the road a bit. You almost bumped into someone!"I smiled and made up with Dylan. Mom walked in the front; sometimes, she would turn to look at us and then smile. Dylan and I didn't dare to get too attached for fear of being teased by my mother, but I was still quite worried about Dylan's health. Today, he walked for several hours.While my mother was trying on dresses, I leaned close to Dylan's ear and asked, "Are you feeling okay?" While asking me and giving Dylan a little massage, he groaned and looked around."Don't be like that. The staff is looking at us!" Dylan's earlobe was red, and he grabbed my hand tightly to prevent me from continuing to massage.I reluctantly withdrew my hand; instead, I sighed, saying, "We're already married. Why are you still worried about the eyes of the people around you?"Dylan paus

Dylan's POV"Oh, look who's coming!" She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Bernie teasingly: "I thought you didn't remember your mother anymore!"I heard those words and laughed.As soon as she finished speaking, she took my hand and said, "Come in, Dylan; you look so tired!"I smiled and followed Bernie's mother into the house, where his father was sitting in front of his laptop in the living room. As soon as he saw me, he reprimanded Bernie: "Why are you here now? Did you know your mother has been waiting all afternoon?"Bernie was scolded so much I couldn't bear it, so I quickly replied: "My mother wants to go shopping today. I forgot to text you two."When I finished, Bernie immediately smiled and made up, "That's why I came over here to apologize to these two!"With that, we sat down across from him. Bernie pushed a glass of water in front of me, then said, "We'll be over to Dylan's for dinner later..."Before Bernie could finish speaking, his mother interrupted, "You

Dylan's POV At night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, having trouble sleeping. If it weren't for fear of waking Bernie up, I would be out on the balcony. My mind is all messed up; somehow, this storm is the same as I've been through. The period is so vague I need help remembering. Suddenly, a hand reached out, wrapped around my waist, and Bernie's hoarse voice rang in my ear: "Dylan, what's wrong with you?" In the darkness of the night, a sudden sound made me startle. But Bernie's voice was so familiar I immediately calmed down. I turned around, facing his face, sighing: "I feel like I'm going to remember something, but I can't remember when lying down." "Bernie, I don't know if it's right or wrong to remember the past!" As soon as I finished, Bernie hugged me, squeezing softly: "Honey, the most important thing you need to do right now is to rest well. We just let everything happen naturally. Is that Okay?" I stroke the back of Bernie's hand and nod my head, "Okay!" It was ea