After they exited the ride, Thompson Miguel looked a bit worried as he watched Moore Audrey walk unsteadily, clearing his throat to ask:
“Are you okay?”
Although Moore Audrey felt a bit dizzy, overall, she was fine, so she waved her hand at him: “Let’s go to the next ride.”
Thompson Miguel glanced at her and followed her.
After wandering for a few minutes, they finally settled on the second ride—The Big Swing.
Thompson Miguel was a bit uncertain as he looked at Moore Audrey : “Are you sure you want to try this?”
Moore Audrey confidently replied, “It’s fine! I’m okay! It’s just swinging back and forth, nothing to be afraid of!”
So they entered the ride area and took their seats.
However, half an hour later…
Thompson Miguel, with one hand supporting Moore Audrey, asked, “Do you want to go to the hospital?”
Moore Audrey’s face was pale, her legs feeling weak: “I think I still don’t know myself well enough~”
Before Thompson Miguel could say anything, the girl indignantly added:
“Don’t you feel even a little scared?”
Thompson Miguel paused, being quite honest: “At first, I was a bit unaccustomed, but once I got used to it, it was fine…”
Moore Audrey : “…”
Your poker face is hopeless…
The two rested outside for a while, and finally, the frightened Moore Audrey decided she needed to calm her emotions.
So they went to the archery area. Engaging in something she loved, Moore Audrey came alive.
She shook off her previous fears and excitedly drew the bow to shoot.
Her aim looked pretty good, which surprised Thompson Miguel, causing him to raise an eyebrow.
In the end, they went out to eat, and Moore Audrey summarized the day’s treatment.
The girl looked dejected: “Today’s treatment doesn’t seem to work…”
Thompson Miguel nodded in agreement; indeed, there hadn’t been much progress.
After they finished eating, Thompson Miguel didn’t forget to tutor Moore Audrey on her homework as a return favor.
Then they walked home under the night sky, with Thompson Miguel gallantly escorting Moore Audrey to her doorstep before turning expressionlessly to head home.
He pondered how to report the progress of the treatment to his mother.
Lost in thought, he arrived home, changed his shoes, and after putting down his bag, he returned to sit beside his mother.
He soon heard Mrs. Thompson’s lazy curiosity:
“What’s that smell on you~ vanilla ice cream?”
Thompson Miguel was taken aback, turning to meet his mother’s inquisitive gaze. He sniffed himself and realized there was indeed a scent~
It was probably from when he helped Moore Audrey, after all, she was as soft and white as ice cream, and she seemed to have a candy-like sweetness~ very sweet.
However, despite his internal definitions of Moore Audrey, the words that came out were still contradictory.
“…I just had an ice cream~”
Mrs. Thompson looked at him for a moment, understanding. She knew her son, Thompson Miguel, had come from her womb, and she was well aware of his thoughts. She then smiled happily and waved her hand:
“Go study your books…”
Thompson Miguel nodded, stood up, and intended to return to his room.
But just as he stood up, he suddenly paused, turned to his mother, and asked:
“Can I have dumplings tomorrow?”
Mrs.Thompson was taken aback, a bit slow to react, but when she met her son’s serious gaze, she dazedly agreed.
She was a bit surprised; when did her poker-faced son suddenly develop a love for dumplings???
What surprised Mrs.Thompson even more was that the next morning, her poker-faced son not only showed great fondness for the dumplings he used to ignore but also, for the first time, smiled at them.
This made Mrs.Thompson feel unprecedented excitement about her son’s treatment for his poker face.
