Jocelyn Carrington had a good impression of Jessie Grain, so while Mariana Buck hadn't returned, she asked in a relaxed tone.
"Umm, no," Jessie Grain tilted her head in thought and smiled, "Maybe because I didn't like the look of her."
"..."
Jocelyn Carrington was at a loss for words.
Meanwhile, Flossie Wright had finished hanging up her clothes. When she walked over to Becca Reyes's bed, ready to ask how she was doing, Becca Reyes had already stripped off her clothes and curled up comfortably in the quilt, fast asleep.
Exhausted from a whole day, even the most depressive mood had dissipated in the weariness.
No time to dwell on so much.
With a smile, Flossie Wright returned to her own bed, undressed, and prepared to sleep.
The night was late, and it was uncertain how long one could sleep.
In the dormitory, lights out, in the midst of sleep, one could faintly hear the sound of doors opening and closing, followed by the noise of someone hopping onto the upper bunk.
