The emotions in her heart were like the incessant rain outside, entangling, interweaving, spreading wildly.
Looking at one after another, she took a liking to several pieces of clothing.
They were all incredibly cute.
She really wanted to buy one, if only to send it over to the little guy.
But she quickly suppressed such thoughts.
She and the little guy had a great relationship, but Sylvan Cheney had sent the little guy away without a word to her... was that not just to cut off her ties with the little guy?
He was deliberately severing all connections between her and Little Chale, should she continue to delude herself with affection?
It had been a month, a whole month since she had seen the little guy.
And later, there might be half a year, a year, three years... or even forever.
