Joseph's body stiffed, and he knew she remembered.
Irish could see clearly. With a bitter smile, she knew that originally he had already known.
"You should tell me. You shouldn't hide it from me..." Irish said in pain.
A gust of wind came, and her body was even more wobbly, which scared Joseph, and he hurriedly said, "Irish, we go back to the ward to talk about it? Come here, listen to me."
Irish shook her head and raised her hand to cover her head.
"Irish." Joseph saw her bow, subconsciously going forward.
"I'll jump if you move closer!" Irish was hysterical.
Joseph's footsteps suddenly stopped, "Okay. Calm down."
She suddenly remembered her panic when she was looking for a little brother in the alley but did not dare to shout.
Just as she found him without a direction like a fly, a big man grabbed her, and in the dark, she saw his face clearly.
