Chiffon dragged her weary body to a small house near the villa. Her clothes were all dirty, and her body felt wet and sticky.
Just as she crossed the living room, a light cough reached her ears.
"Chiffon, you are back," a small, and beautiful lady with pink hair said as she walked towards Chiffon. Her eyes looked over at her daughter, and her heart ached on what she saw. "Let's go to the bathroom first. I haven't taken a bath as well, let's bathe together."
Another cough escaped the lady's lips after finishing her sentence. Clearly, she wasn't feeling well, but seeing her daughter in that state hurt her more than her sickness.
"Mama," Chiffon reached out and hugged her mother. A few seconds later, she started sobbing. It was as if she was venting all of her grievances to the one person that truly cared for her.
April, Chiffon's mother, hugged her back.
She didn't care that her daughter was dirty.
