Purple Summers returned home, and Atra Blanc showed concern for her well-being, also asking if her thesis topic had been approved.
"Yeah, the teacher said there's no problem, told me to go ahead and write it," Purple responded offhandedly, saying, "I'm a bit tired, I'm going back to my room to lie down for a while."
Atra nodded, "Go ahead, you should rest more. When dinner is ready, I'll bring it up to you, so you don't have to go up and down the stairs."
Purple smiled and slowly made her way upstairs.
Once in her room, she changed into lighter home clothes and snuggled comfortably into the covers, not wanting to move.
Thinking about the little girl she had encountered today, she felt a strange discomfort in her heart.
Specifically speaking, it wasn't anything serious—children are not good at controlling their temper, and it's understandable for them to suddenly rage, even hysterically...
But still...
