After opening her bedroom door, she found the outside very quiet, and like her room, it was also dark.
Moore Audrey bit her lip, lowering her head, feeling a bit sad again. Nash had been harsh with her today and had now left her alone at home.
Thinking of this, the young girl felt her eyes heat up again, unable to suppress a sniffle, pushing down the sense of grievance in her heart.
She wouldn’t cry! Nash treated her like this, she wouldn’t pay him any attention in the future!
Outside, Nash, who was drinking with friends, sneezed. One of his friends couldn’t help but tease him:
Nash, looks like you’re not feeling well…”
Nash shot him a glare, annoyed:
“Stop talking nonsense, I’m in great shape!”
The friend chuckled:
“Then why are you sneezing…”
Nash sighed:
“Probably because my little kid is secretly cursing me…”
The friend understood and let out a sound of sympathy, looking at him curiously:
“Aren’t you quite fond of your sister…?”
Nash leaned back, a bit troubled:
“Sigh… the kid has grown up, and she doesn’t let me manage her anymore…”
The friend laughed and teased him a bit more.
Moore Audrey stood at the door, calming her emotions, and finally, feeling a bit dejected, went downstairs to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat.
The young girl, feeling down, stared at the fridge for a while, sighed softly, and then went back to her room to grab a jacket. There was a supermarket in the neighborhood; she decided to take a stroll there.
The young girl, feeling dispirited, bought a few things from the supermarket and slowly wandered back home.
The neighborhood was quite safe, and at around six or seven in the evening, there were still aunties dancing in the square, along with some residents out for a walk, making it a lively scene.
Moore Audrey was feeling low today and didn’t really want to go home, so she sat on a bench in the activity area, watching the aunties dance for a while.
Curled up on the bench, with her hands resting on her knees and her head propped up, she looked a bit lonely and pitiful.
At least… that’s how it appeared to Thompson Miguel, who was out buying soy sauce.
Thompson Miguel had to pass through the activity area to get home, and with a casual glance, he spotted a certain young girl from a distance.
After watching her for a moment, he suddenly turned around and headed back to the supermarket.
Moore Audrey was staring blankly ahead, and when she snapped back to reality, she sighed and turned to look at the bag full of items beside her.
Biting her lip, she placed her feet on the ground, stood up, and bent down to pick up the bag, intending to head home.
As she turned around, her face bumped into something cold.
Moore Audrey flinched, gasping slightly, and then looked up to see that the object was being held by a bony hand.
She then looked up further and saw the person, momentarily stunned, as she encountered Thompson Miguel again.
But the young girl was feeling down, and even when she came to her senses, she only greeted him weakly.
Thompson Miguel looked at her, didn’t ask anything, but just shook the item in his hand and asked:
“Want a drink?”
Moore Audrey lowered her gaze, looking at the milk tea in his hand. After a moment, she raised her hand to take it.
The boy quickly pulled his hand back, and Moore Audrey frowned, feeling a bit irritated. She raised her face and snapped at him:
“Why are you teasing me if you’re not going to give it to me!”
Thompson Miguel wasn’t angry; he just raised his other hand and handed her the item in it, his voice light and airy:
“Little girl, you should drink something warm…”
Moore Audrey was taken aback, looking at him with a frown of realization:
“I’m a little girl… you’re not much older than me!”
Thompson Miguel looked at her slightly puffed-up cheeks and chuckled softly, reaching out to ruffle her hair:
“How am I not older than you… being a month older counts as being older!”
Moore Audrey stared at him, dazed. The boy’s smile was a bit warm… had Thompson Miguel’s face paralysis been cured?
Perhaps Thompson Miguel’s smile had lifted her spirits; Moore Audrey suddenly felt her mood lighten.
When the boy lowered his hand, Moore Audrey shook the milk tea at him and thanked him:
“I’m going back now… thanks for the milk tea, I’ll treat you next time!”
Thompson Miguel nodded at her, and just as she was about to leave, he suddenly bent down and pinched her face, chuckling lightly:
“Next time you’re feeling down, just give me a call…”
Moore Audrey was taken aback, raised her hand to swat his hand away, and shot him an annoyed glance:
“Why are you so shameless? Didn’t your parents tell you… you can’t touch a little girl’s face!”
Thompson Miguel straightened up, chuckling softly, looking down at her:
“I only pinch yours…”
After saying that, he turned and headed home.
