"Ely, are you okay? You look a little depressed after you talk to that middle-aged woman. May I know who that person is?" Sylvia decided to ask after they were done with their lunch.
"She is the mother of an acquaintance of mine. I feel sad that she views her son as an object rather than a subject. Humans sometimes make me feel complicated. They will insult and ignore you when you are nothing and have nothing, but everyone will care when you have everything." Elysia smiled disdainfully and shook her head slightly.
