Liz fell into a deep sleep as she recounted her story.
Forsythia Brown had not the slightest hint of sleepiness. She had to admit she was shocked by Liz's experiences.
In her life, Liz had faced so many tumultuous events with calm, all the while maintaining a heart that held no anger, no resentment, no contention.
Forsythia had enjoyed Gem Atkinson's pampering for over twenty years. When compared to Liz's love, she truly felt ashamed. How much happier she was compared to Liz!
"Nora? Nora? Why does that name sound so familiar?"
Forsythia slapped her head, "Hey, isn't that what Chad calls Beauty Child?"
A shock ran through Forsythia as she looked at the sleeping Liz: "Wait, it can't be. There must be many people with the same name in this world. It surely can't be the same person."
Seeing Liz sleeping soundly, Forsythia touched her forehead again: Thankfully, it was just a low fever.
