"Ella Jackson, Ella Jackson, you're so easily swayed by just a tube of ointment, you really lack principles!" Ella Jackson ridiculed herself, but still twisted open the ointment and applied it to her wound.
The cool sensation spread on her wound and felt very comfortable.
It really was good medicine.
Ella narrowed her eyes and screwed the cap back onto the ointment tube, then stuffed it into her bag.
When she pulled her hand out, she caught a keychain with a string of keys.
Her gaze fell on the keychain with the missing baby doll, and her eyes suddenly contracted.
The hand holding the keychain suddenly tightened.
She had bought the keychain on a whim when she saw it on the street.
She was attracted by the design of the twin dolls, which reminded her of the little darlings of her childhood.
After counting, she realized she had been using this keychain for a few years already and couldn't bear to change it.
