"..." Mia Ginger ignored him.
[She said the same thing as you today] Bob Ginger carefully phrased his words, [Do you think my sister deliberately cut her wrist for me to see, so I'd dislike... that person?]
[What do you think?] Mia Ginger pondered for a moment before replying.
[I don't know.] Bob Ginger admitted honestly, [I just feel that my sister is very wronged. Mom and Dad from both sides had agreed for her to marry the guy, and then that person suddenly appeared.]
Mia Ginger stared at the chat box in a daze for a long while, losing any mood to write.
She shut down the computer and climbed into bed.
Couldn't fall asleep.
After ten, she got out of bed and went to Koa Jackson's room.
The six bedrooms and the maid's room in the villa were far apart, so even at the fastest pace, she had to cross a large artificial lawn, leaving her alone over here at night, very silent.
She turned on the light and sat barefoot on the beige carpet of the master bedroom.
