Unable to prevent herself, Lia secretly sent a message to Rany. "That's what your grandmother told me," she wrote quickly, making sure the situation was safe and under control. "She said I was half alive and half dead."
She had wanted to talk about the truth about her hair color because that might help. But she realized that there was no need to act rashly. Rany didn't need to know, and Lia didn't need to confirm. This secret must be kept forever. "So can you ask her about it?"
Neil greeted her in a direction. The man had just returned from the ice cream parlor which was standing right by the side of the road. The soft footprints seemed to tiptoe from a distance, carrying several cups of ice cream. The sunlight, the dazzling heat, the faint beauty.
