In Ella Lacey's ears, there should be four more words after her statement, "stop dreaming."
That would match Sophie Foster's persona as an overbearing pretender.
Ella Lacey slyly smiled, "Even if they execute you, you wouldn't be scared, right?"
"Auntie, stop joking around, how could I not be scared? I'm a living person, alright?" Laura Waltson seemed agitated, questioning with dissatisfaction.
"Yeah, I'm just joking with you."
Ella Lacey stood up and slowly walked along the lakeside, "The scenery here is really nice, in the evening it's perfect for reciting poetry, the willow banks, the dawn breeze, the waning moon—"
The words were not finished.
She suddenly turned her head and saw Laura Waltson behind her, suspicious and lingering.
Her hands unnaturally behind her back, as if hiding something...
Ella Lacey instantly understood.
It seemed that Sophie Foster wanted to stealthily attack her from behind.
