That afternoon, her fever was brought down, and she was better in spirit. After a nap, she slipped out of the ward, holding her beloved bear doll.
Her feet brought her to her uncle's office.
There were usually many nurses and assistants in and out of the director's office.
But that day, for some reason, there was no one. It seemed that they had all been sent away in advance.
The door opened just a crack. She was about to knock on it when she heard the low cry of a woman.
It was her mom.
Her mother had always been noble and proud. She had never heard her cry. Her voice sounded not sad but full of fear.
Why did her mom cry in front of her uncle?
She paused, holding her breath.
