When the boat finally landed, Rosy sat down with a sigh and looked at Irish. "I'm sorry, my brother told me to tie you back. I didn't know you before. That, oh, didn't say anything. It's good to find you."
Having lost her strength, she lowered her head, and her long hair hung on both sides of her cheek, "He asked you to tie me?"
"Yes. So don't blame me, he said. You're dangerous."
Irish raises her eyes suddenly, sharp.
Rosy sat on the floor with a scared look.
Then she found that she was wearing her clothes, which hurt her eyes even more.
"What do you mean?"
Rosy carefully stood up, away from her. "In fact, I know that many psychologists will have problems after seeing too many mental illnesses. You can rest assured that Joseph will find the best psychiatrist to cure you. It's a good place on this island to take care of yourself."
