Recently it's been the season of continuous spring rain, the rain outside the window is like a broken water pipe, sometimes good, sometimes bad.
The hospital corridor at night is desolate and empty, only the cool white lights standing overhead.
The girl lowered her head, her steps slow; in her view, Blake's verbal care towards Melody was somewhat excessive.
No matter what, unconditional tolerance will only make Melody unaware of her limits.
This matter, Melody must be punished, otherwise, how will she learn from it, even if it's just a lesson for her.
The girl pushed open the ward door, inside it was pitch black, except for a window of cold moonlight, there was nothing else, wasn't Charles just in the ward?
Why is he gone now?
Recalling Charles' momentarily angry eyes at the time, Rosie puckered her lips in surprise, the always composed Mr. Anderson, was he angry?
