And the doll she held in her arms, its two braids swaying in the wind.
The female office worker squinted slightly.
Task person, task soul!
She looked at the unmoved Emily and suddenly shouted with passion and vigor again, "Emily, Mommy loves you!"
"You need to—"
"Mommy?"
Yan'er's repeating voice was cut off halfway.
The doll in Emily's arms tilted its head; it suddenly started to struggle, trying to crawl out, as the delicate, childish voice came from within.
"Mommy..."
The office worker's eyes lit up!
There's hope! There really is hope!
That lunatic hadn't lied to her; Emily really still had feelings for her "mommy"!
But... the hell, was the doll the real Emily?!
The woman immediately reached out excitedly to it, "Emily! Mommy loves you! Mommy loves you!"
