And Irish did not speak again and buried her face deep in the pillow.
Mia brought the tea and said timidly, "Doctor Irish, you haven't eaten in a day, and drinking some tea can also replenish your strength."
Irish did not move.
Mia rubbed her hands and added an awkward sentence, "Then...Let me make you some soup. "
The living room fell into silence again.
Until Irish broke the silence again, "Cassie, don't delay your work. You need not be with me, go and do your business."
"You can't get out of the door, and how can I leave you alone at home? Don't worry, and I'm on leave from the company. I'll accompany you." Cassie brought the tea to her. "Look at you, and you are a psychologist. At this time, you should play with them. How can they knock you down?"
Irish shook her head gently, pushed aside the tea, sighed heavily, and clutched the pillow again, "I've never experienced this before."
