Watching Yolanda Bardot walk out slowly, holding a printed silk blanket in her arms.
Tercy Mason stood there, puzzled. "Little Tang, why did you spend so much time in the room again?"
And moreover.
Her eyes were red?
This was exactly like the first time...
"...There was a bit of trouble back home..." Yolanda Bardot lowered her head, the lie making her feel even more guilty.
When she reached the sofa, she draped the blanket over Ella Lacey, seeing Ella asleep, very peacefully, without a trace of pain on her face.
She felt somewhat relieved.
That sense of guilt, it lessened a lot...
"Little Tang, are you okay?" Tercy Mason patted her shoulder, she had probably heard some things about her family's situation back in the countryside.
In a remote rural area, inconvenient transportation, she couldn't go back many times in a year.
It was said that both grandparents were seriously ill, maybe it had something to do with them.
